scented soap (poem)

sifting through my mother’s things

i remember best

the black and white terriers

sitting by an empty pool

that cradled

a bar of scented soap

that broke into waxy chips

each time

i picked it up

to smell what scent

it used to be


© Cindy Lapeña, 2012


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