boxes of papers
line the walls
of the closet.
a small personal Smithsonian.
old bills,
receipts, menus.
ticket stubs, tax filings.
Christmas cards.
what a fine
fire you could start
with
all that clutters up
your life, unable
to throw away
the ten year old
electric bill, poetry
your wrote,
no better than now,
when you were five.
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