May 25, 2009, 6:56 am
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The space
between
Granny’s wardrobe and bed
was the safest place the
world could afford at age six.
I knew every inch, nook
and cranny, (excuse me)
Where I hid my treasures,
The stale smell of newspapers, her spittoon,
Uncovered boxes as dust-covered
as the paths I’ve since trodden.
Coming back to finish it another day…
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