Their Complexity

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In her dressing ritual
my Agnes posed at
a floor length mirror…
stroked perfume…
Caron’s Bellodgia…
to her wrists and throat
carnation redolent
with deep layered notes
of sandalwood and jasmine.
I’d gaze at my Agnes
the two of us reflected
Then my Sim would appear
with his father aroma
of pipe tobacco…
and Old Spice nutmeg
cinnamon and cedar.
We’d stand a family portrait
framed in the moment
‘til restless I’d break free
from the heady blend
of their complexity.

Bonnie Marshall

Belly Button

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The new tenant found
an age-hazed canning jar
brimmed with cast off buttons
beneath the kitchen sink
in the old farmhouse.
She scattered them like runes…
like a button fortune-telling…
upon a wear stained counter.
Now released to morning sunlight,
they spilled to a profusion
of fake emerald… shell luster
dull plastic…metal shine.
She had set them free
from their glass time-capsule…
these past generation closures.
Oh, the stories they could tell…
if buttons could tell stories.
Smiling, she chose one above the many…
a round wood pink…inked belly…
to nestle in her palm.

Bonnie Marshall