these old shirt pins stayed put.
did their job,
year after year,
cornered over corners.
closets’ older notions –
a someone that no one tried on
today, my hands and knees
bargain with gaps in the floorboards
pretty, please return to the rest of me
all six or eight neat little reasons
to ease future pieces
of a mind. pieces lying flat and static,
mend future present moment, to
every last loved sense memory, your
all the front doors were open
easy breezeway
summer storm murmurs
and eyes all pliant lightening