the same
time i stopped buying furniture
and things
for the house
that i stopped buying
music.
what was there left to buy,
or hear?
i succumbed to what
many parents
and grandparents have done,
leaving
the interior of their houses
as they are.
it all
stopped somewhere.
they are now
like archaeology digs,
stuck in some century.
portals to a different time
and place.
a mirror to a
far away year.
even the magazines on
the coffee table,
have Liz Taylor on the cover.
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