Helping my friend
move some furniture
from the apartment
he's vacating
to a storage unit
I wonder how often
the average person moves,
how one decides
what keepsakes
are left behind
and which kept,
of items discarded
through necessity
over years
and various habitations,
what small treasures
time and convience
consume,
the memories
lost up and down
flights of stairs
and left in the back
of worn box trucks.
I remember
that iron
I forgot at college
which I could use now
as the dryer
at my new apartment
leaves my dress pants
slightly wrinkled.
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