tagNon-Erotic PoetryIn the Old Farm Attic

In the Old Farm Attic


Well we didn’t mean to find it

I mean it was in the attic of the old farmhouse that we bought
a trunk behind some old boxes of books and
magazines and clippings and farm clothes and boots
and stuff like that
You could almost taste that old musty smell of attic and decay

We really just went for the trunk when we emptied the attic
It was old enough to be worth something or keeping
if we cleaned it up
but when we cut the lock
we had no clue
to the combination and didn’t care anyway
and dumped it out
we found letters and pictures
a journal and poems

lots of poems

We cleaned up the trunk
and sold the pictures

The letters and poems
we use to start the wood stove
on the cold mornings when we need it

We are thinking of keeping the barn
and tearing down the house
It is worth more
and who cares about a hermit who

His dog is buried by the walnut tree
where the squirrels play

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