the town dump for inspiration.
we want
to see what
isn't wanted anymore.
no hearts
here of course,
but clocks
and chairs, rusted bicycles,
kitchen utensils,
cracked cookie
jars.
a doll
with rusted wiry
hair.
you wonder whose hands
were on
these things,
what pride there was,
what joy
there was
when things we're new.
back to love again,
aren't we.
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