Great Regulars: I've gotten to the age at which I

spend a lot of time remembering, and it's the fragments that seem to affect me the most, fleeting glimpses into the past that leave me still reaching for something I can't quite grasp. Here Roy Scheele, a fine Nebraska poet, perfectly captures one of those passing memories.

Produce Wagon

from Ted Kooser: American Life in Poetry: Column 329

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