L' Imaginarium

 

All of mine

my painful

and

my precious

are saved yet strewn

about

like letters

left

yellowing

in fatigued cardboard

corners

of my mind

I wonder

though

where would I find

my

first

they say you never forget your first

and yet

here I am

staring into the glass

at my mother laughing

bracing against the kitchen sink,

a crystal flute in hand

toasting

I assume

something

wondrous and invaluable

is it me?

tales told at tables

oft include

sparkling notions

like the French champagne

offered at my first

trip around this omniscient orb

they say it was pink

they say it was my first

taste

all I know

in this late autumn morning

is the orb

hides

the truth

what

remains

effervescent

is

the 

story

November Poetry Project

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*Imaginarium -  a place devoted to the imagination. There are various types of imaginaria, centers largely devoted to stimulating and cultivating the imagination, towards scientific, artistic, commercial, recreational, or spiritual ends