Cleaning an Attic

By Brent Pallas Brent Pallas
The day had finally come   
when everything there   

seemed misplaced or out of place   
as an ex's box of things. The unused   

beside the irreplaceable, the easy-   
to-assemble uncomplicated now   

by disuse. Some hand   
of randomness leaving behind   

its lampshades stained   
like ancient maps, its ladders   

still climbing upward, and enough   
old tools to restart a world.   

Every drawer filled   
with the other half of things.   

Everything care embraced,   
and held once as new,   

left too ragged for another winter   
to wear. Its ring of keys   

dangling by a nail   
for rooms left long ago. And whatever   

I said I'd never forget   
found, just as it seemed   

completely forgot—all its letters   
beginning with Dear....

Source: Poetry (February 2002).

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This poem originally appeared in the February 2002 issue of Poetry magazine

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February 2002

Biography

Brent Pallas is a self-employed designer in New York City. Some of his new work has been in Green Mountain Review and New England Review.

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SUBJECT Home Life, Relationships, Living, Disappointment & Failure, Activities, Indoor Activities

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