Attic
In heat and dust
With rafters, bare,
My dormant past
Sits neatly stacked:
Those baseball cleats,
Texts obsolete,
Her wedding gown,
Their baby crib,
It all wrapped up
With dim gray light
And cherished in
My memory.
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