A wonderful thing about Saint Paul is its sidewalk poetry. You never know when you'll happen upon a stamped slab of concrete.
Today I saw this one:
It captures the way memory fails with age in a few brief words, and it felt extra poignant to me because it's located beside the home of a woman I know who's approaching her 90th birthday. I don't know how long it's been on the sidewalk beside her garden.
I wonder what she thinks of it.
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An earlier post about a sidewalk poem.
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