I Keep My Names
#I Keep My Names
I keep my names in a little locked box
With drawers and tags and manilla file cards.
Little metal keys fit little grey locks
And little trim slots fit little bent hearts.
I keep my keys in a big sturdy desk
With four sturdy Hepplewhite iron-tip feet
And a big sturdy top, on which I rest
The big sturdy brick made of his deceit.
I keep my desk in an old dusty room
With dust on the sills under dusty panes
And dust swirls around in the dusty gloom
But the dust never settles in the rain,
In the rain, and the dust never settles
On the brick, on the table, with the key,
In the drawer, for the locks, on the boxes
With the bent little hearts trimly arranged.
The dust never settles on my names.
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Posted Jun 22, 2016, 5:39 PM UTC · edited