never, ever, about stuff,
on account of when
I buried him, just over
five years ago;
I saw what went into that box:
not much, really;
no cars, or stereos,
or fine wines, or works
of art; pretty much
just him, in a suit,
with a photo or two,
and his glasses;
so I have reset
my priorities:
it will never be
the stuff,
it will be only
the hearts that I touch.

June 28, 2010.

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