Junk Drawer - Aug. 8, 2025

Gary Hunter
Aug 8, 2025
1 min read

don’t we all have them,

holding the catchall, oddball

unhoused and orphaned stuff

thrown into one life together

that multicultural refugee camp

of rubber bands, liquid oddities,

plastic and metal antiquities, screws,

stowaways and forgotten souls

I must admit, when visiting that

little rectangular town, I enter

with a fake friendliness, smiling

and asking if anyone remembers

a certain person who arrived

years ago, carrying a suitcase

of something I desperately need

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