tiled floor.
casement windows
leaking
light from
the yard above.
the cinder blocks of
uncovered walls.
a furnace,
a wash sink
in one corner.
the washer and dryer
wobbling
beside one another.
all pipes exposed.
boxes of
papers, books.
children's clothes.
coats
on hangers from long
ago.
you could smell
the years,
the dust,
the mildew and mold.
you could feel time passing
as your feet
walked across
the floor,
bone cold.
it was real basement.
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