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Space

By

Martha Patterson

 

As cozy as it is

To be surrounded by my things

Old magazines,

My books,

That tatty purple sweater

 

I love nothing better

Than releasing,

To toss unused, unread things,

The old, the stale, the damaged

And move on into “space.”

 

Today I cleaned the fridge –

Took bags out to the curb,

And felt renewed and free

From that detritus,

All that trashy stuff.

 

But I had regrets –

That purple sweater

That my mother loved

And gave me on my birthday –

Now it’s gone forever.

 

Why couldn’t I have saved

One last memento from her?

She died years ago,

And I won’t know that top again,

Folded in my drawers.

 

 

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