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A Scarcity

Poem

those days. waited in lines 
with a female relative you pretended 
not to know to get the extra 
sack of scarce sugar. (war 
lingering.) (the small town dying 
& not yet knowing it.) the place 
odored with fruit & coffee; the plain 
wood floor. & the glee of meeting 
afterwards, the four pounds put 
together at a time. & did not know 
that what was rationed was those days.

About the Author

John Ditsky

John Ditsky teaches English at the University of Windsor, Ontario, Canada.

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BYU Studies 23:4
ISSN 2837-004x (Online)
ISSN 2837-0031 (Print)