the closet

you go to clean
a closet
to relieve
the house of weight
it's been
carrying for
years now.
old musty sweaters,
board games
unused since
the boy grew up
and moved to L.A. .
it's not as
easy as it looks.
each toy,
each deck of cards
each broken
lace to shoes
once worn
have meaning.
are gold in some
divine way.
you remember
that ball cap on
his head
standing in the sun,
slapping
his glove,
forever young.
perhaps tomorrow
you'll try again.