Putting Away

What is it that loves to lie in old shelves?
Is it slowly browning paper,
Baking in the oxygen of time?
Is it dreams we hope find again?
Cats, hats, baseball bats,
Wine, lime, memory time,
Pictures, stories, broken toys,
Smalls, falls, Barbie dolls,
Socks, locks, alarm clocks,
Music for practice, tennis raquets,
Plans for children in the future
Relics of parents in the past
Pants and shirts we used to fit
Intricate electromechanisms
Desperate forgotten plans
Husks of once juicy passions
Inhabited by random insect shells
I’ll be sweeping away.

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About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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