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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