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Posted to Poetry

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Cardboard boxes
Aligned side by side in neat shelves
Of a newly white washed closet
They are an epitaph of a past life

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These gargoyles
Loom in gothic
Mockery of history
Beckoning to my Swiss army knife,
Beckoning to their return address

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The boxes are reminders of yesteryear
Their contents wait to trigger new pangs
They wait to trigger fragmented recognition-
Into the complexity of my own contents