Relate

All the times I find reminded

flavors after small turns of forks

in fleeting greens, lost loved morsels

or contextless bites unguided,

then at once these tastes create a

clarity of culture. Orphaned

memories no more discordant

in placement in how they relate.

How many lost poems are there

in unnamed tastes and passed by fare?

And lost are we as the culture

made from small acts of memory

with disquieted traditions,

bygone forgotten charlatans

now colored in vulgar structures,

and a life less complimentary.