the key
drawer, which is not just
for keys, but
for pins
and needles, too,
scissors, that sort of thing.
i wonder
what keeps me
from tossing these old
keys out.
browned or silver,
bent or straight,
forgetting which
lock they turned,
looking back i wish i would
have made
a scrapbook with each
key, and beside it made note
of when and where
they unlocked
a door, and who else
had another, besides me.
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