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Ode to a Gift Bag - Oct. 28, 2020

was it a gold bracelet box of chocolates

or fancy pink sunglasses you once

carried into this house?

after you broke your handle

you could have been thrown out

or died a slow death in the cupboard

a flattened silver flap buried forgotten

the day I ran out of writing paper

you volunteered to help

and so you and I made this poem

now if you’re disposed

at least I’ll be with you

folded into the trash heap

of this mostly forgetful world


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