I cough from the dust/you move past trardboard-trailing/where I store mem’ries Thanks, Bruce. Excellent. I hear them clank and tinkle ‘twixt remembered ears.
out of a public storage
rattling of bones
I agree. Double-burnt stubs either can be guillotined or left as testament of the times: but a faded shoebox! Shocking!
a faded shoebox
candle stubs burnt at both ends