Mold in the Memories

A certain smell
distinct and acrid
mold in the memories
the boxes of our past
saved too long in the wet spaces
the less than dry places
of our lives
in basement, in storage
hidden from regular view
from attention of the living
sealed and put away
Marked now, as forgotten pieces
by their particular odor

August 13, 2006 14:37


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