of the day, i stand
at the dresser
and empty my pockets.
what have we here?
what debris
have i taken home with me.
what coins,
what nails and screws,
what pieces of lint?
paper clips,
ink pens.
what notes to myself
have i folded
to be read later?
i empty it all into the blue
China bowl,
a gift i never gave,
something i bought on a trip
to Mexico.
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