the junkyard
is full of memory.
stoves
and washers, dryers.
things that made the world
go round
for someone.
maybe dead, maybe alive.
but no
longer needing
these piles of machines,
these
mattresses
and cars, tires,
tossed toys,
stacked high.
we dispose of things so
easily in this life.
and sadly, each other,
at times.
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