On our last day
in the old apartment
the word fragile was everywhere,
as though it was warning us
that to stay too long was futile.
Besides we were done with it;
the cracked brown floor
the water pipes
the echoes cheered us on.
Last years memories
a heap of dust
someone else's stuff.
And we took it all to heart
and moved on.
--Jeremiah Griswold
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