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Attached to an evolutionary
variety of chains
each sporting a souvenir medallion,
miniature flashlight or good luck charm
jingling in every pocket and purse.
Houses, apartments, bike locks,
offices, safety deposit boxes, cars,
aging parents' homes, grown
children's homes, office ladies' room,
gym lockers, mailboxes, diaries, lockets,
suitcases, jewelry boxes,
one by one detached and discarded
as they are rendered
useless by time,
or is it tide?
One by one
until only a few
hardy survivors remain.
Like a good sauce
boiled down to its essence,
smaller richer, more complex,
so long in the preparation
so quickly gobbled up.
From Sounds of Morning (Finishing Line Press 2021).
Used here with permission.
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Anita S. Pulier is a retired attorney who, many years ago, traded legal writing for poetry. She and her husband, Myron, pursue a bi-coastal life between New York City and Los Angeles, where they are daily hikers in the NYC parks and the Santa Monica mountains. Anita has been very involved in the Southern California poetry community and, recently, even Myron (a retired psychiatrist) has taken up poetry! Anita’s poems have appeared in numerous print and online journals and her work is included in nine print anthologies. The author of multiple collections, her most recent is Paradise Reexamined. Learn more about Anita at http://psymeet.com/anitaspulier/main/index.php.
    
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Anastasia:
At one point in my life, I had 1.3 *pounds* of keys to carry for all the places I needed to access. I'm quite happy to have only nine keys now!
Posted 01/06/2022 12:51 AM
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Lori Levy:
Great ending.
Posted 01/03/2022 11:45 AM
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Michael:
Keys: portrait of a life! Unique approach and quite well done, Anita.
Posted 01/03/2022 09:12 AM
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cork:
I must look through my key collection.
Posted 01/03/2022 09:04 AM
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Rob:
Love the comparison to the boiled-down sauce!
Posted 01/03/2022 06:47 AM
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