Thursday, November 20, 2014

Cardboard Box Days


There is a haze over the city
Like dirty glass or old headlights
It makes the buildings look old
And tired

The mountains are a faded photograph
Dusted with white
Like the memories you keep
In your attic

It's a cardboard box day
Throwing off dust and nostalgia
Finding things you forgot
And learning

Contrast tells a story
These remnants in the box
Show who you were to who you've become
It's startling

There is a haze over these memories
Like dirty windows or aged glass
Some days it makes me feel old
Or just tired





PAD Day 12

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