This dream I’m believing in






Stepping out beneath

Apocalyptic skies


Snared in the anchor chains

Of too many objects

Holding too much meaning


Arms full of half-remembered moments

Destined for the trashcan of my history

My story


One book, one record, one photograph

At a time


You can give away pieces of your past

If you can find someone to take them

But mostly

Treasure becomes trash

A discarded life

Picked over at the dump by

Discarded people

Who, come tomorrow,

Will be walking around

In your old shoes.










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