Today I found an old file with numerous unfinished poems in it, and I was able to rescue three of them. One about the water crisis in Walkerton, ON, and the other two about sex in long term marriages. It is really satisfying to come across something salvageable like that. Playing around with them made me think both about contaminated water and contaminated marriages, and realize how dependent we are on maintaining the health of both.
I don’t have a history of rescuing old works, so this feels good.