February 16, 2008 (I was 63)
Public storage units are everywhere
cars have been locked out of garages for
decades
bins and boxes hold assorted parts of lives
The way too much we’ve had for years
we feel too guilty to simply discard
and pay instead to rent it space
dollars spent to keep the past alive
long after it has lost its productive use
Now a shell without substance or context
emitting acrid odors of dissolution
tightly packed next to one another
little mausoleums for the partly dead
likely to last beyond the memories of their
owners
Left at last for strangers to sort through
hoping to find some artifact of value
without any knowledge of the curse upon it
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