I must have passed this attic door

Framed in its mist of quietness

A thousand times,

I wonder what it was

That this time made me pause –

Accept the invitation –

And come in.

So far

This journey

Through nostalgia -country

Has been sweet,

Past the old rocking horse

(My first addiction)

The red tricycle

Upon which

Trailing

A pan...

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