If
any there are who come after us
There
is a large pile of clean days
In
the cupboard near the stairs.
Some
are new; the old ones will need
To
be scraped free of events and made whole
Where
the mice have gotten to them.
The
Sun is stowed in the attic; you'll find matches
Next
to the fireplace. There is a moon
Wrapped
in paper in the pantry and another
In
the barn, tucked beneath the straw.
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