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Drawers Of My Memory
Each drawer that I fill,
stores something past
The future spread out
on the bed
As each one closes,
its memories sleep safe
Dreams quilted,
and looking ahead
Layered inside,
and kept neatly stacked
In silence,
their stories unfold
Each drawer front embossed,
with a message they share
"Open Only If Naked Or Cold"
The dresser sits quiet,
its handles untouched
As new history begins
with each write
And construction resumes,
a new dresser is built
To store words that have yet
to take flight
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
stores something past
The future spread out
on the bed
As each one closes,
its memories sleep safe
Dreams quilted,
and looking ahead
Layered inside,
and kept neatly stacked
In silence,
their stories unfold
Each drawer front embossed,
with a message they share
"Open Only If Naked Or Cold"
The dresser sits quiet,
its handles untouched
As new history begins
with each write
And construction resumes,
a new dresser is built
To store words that have yet
to take flight
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
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Drawers Of My Memory
Drawers Of My Memory
