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Twenty-Six

Twenty-six years
is a long time
to do anything
and so I didn’t.
Packed Away
is the label
on this box
of memories—
good ones
old and faded
buried beneath
the sharper days
swimming in
that box of sharks
glad the strong tape
mostly
holds this carton closed

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