Eulogy for a Crow
I've made up my mind.
I'm going to clean out the attic today.
Leaving nothing but cobwebs behind...
Photos of people without names
Car seats -chrome tables - baby rattles
Dented pots and pans
Rubber snakes.
A guitar that never made it past 5th grade.
Silent notes whisper in broken glass tones.
Melodies forever stuck in the clay.
It's all just excess anyway.
Things of past importance.
Scattered into cardboard boxes of chaos.
Of those never remembered and the long forgotten.
To the curb nostalgia will go.
The garbage truck offers a garbled eulogy.
To a couple of strutting crows in the gallery
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