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Sorting Things Out

It hit me sort of quietly--
I have lived long enough to be on a waiting list for senior housing--
I passed that birthday that makes me eligible for social security
The other end of the one that let me drink and vote

I took down an old postcard  
That had been taped by the bathroom door for ten years
It left a bright white spot--the rest of the paint faded
From that sun lit August day when I moved in here 15 years ago

I have to take all these things down now--I will be moving--
Not soon--the nice lady said the waiting list is about a year--
Time for me to sort through the old post cards, letters, poems, ticket stubs