Stranj
to see an attic
that keeps
no memories
Dust and heat
spirit
thru the
closed window
It is here I take
leave of the world
for awhile
to think
and sleep
Cobwebs float
lazily,
majic carpets
in
slow motion
As I look around it now,
perhaps the
memories
are yet to be made
that will fill this
serene emptiness
Perhaps
I
shall be a
vision
it has known, a
memory
it shall keep
before it is
cluttered
with
the future
of
the past
© Alfred W. Smith Jr.
June 23rd, 1983
Attic / Assorted Absurdities (a poetry collection)
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