is nearly full now.
pictures
from the past.
sketches in charcoal.
acrylics
and oils, mostly store
bought.
on a whim.
delivered by trucks,
or stuck
in the trunk for transport.
to the walls
they went. hammer and nail,
a measuring tape
giving it
a good attempt at center.
but now
they collect dust in the dark
basement.
trees and seas.
mountains and streams.
buildings.
people
i've never known or seen.
they all appealed to me
at one point.
but now,
like you, they have no use
no meaning,
no need.
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