Saturday, June 19, 2010

flourescent summer gloom of room 273

we cleaned our way
back
to the beginning

before the memories of
laughs
could stain
these temporary shelters
where lives were made

I dusted nine months
of skin and dirt
from the top of a
shelf that once held
Treasures

while the forty (+)
walked away crushed
under the tons of their
lives and the weight
of
goodbye's

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