Corners In the Attic
a wishbucket painting of a midwest
sky in the evening.
an old rusty singlespeed scwinn bicycle.
folded mothball memories stacked
in cardboard.
and you can pass down three generations
in an A-framed wonderment.
lost to all but not to dust, where spiders play
keeper of all still keepsakes.
thier hollow formed webs catch
dreams in the night.
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