"Reading Plato"

     This specific poem, i thought was interesting. It start to make me think about a guy, who had recently lost his loved one, to what, i don't know. But that he lost the love of his life, that's what it led me to believe. But then as I continued to read, it shifted. It turned and twisted itself into a guy who lost, not his loved one, but his home. He lost his home. He was remembering all the smells, the sights, the sounds, the stuff he detested but loved. His realization that those memories, are what makes him who he is, even though they seem like dried up earth, it still can produce an amazing flower.