Monday, April 8, 2019

Poem: April 2, 2019

Accumulation

It seems however many shelves I build,
I blink my eyes, and they are filled.

So many possessions are content to hide
until a new cabinet makes them rise like a tide.

Easier to keep things than to cast them away.
We pack attics and basements day after day

so that year upon year our lives creep and expand,
and we fill all the spaces that we have on hand.


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