That Tangle of Hooks
We cling
To yesterday
Last week
Last month
Last year
The past
We hoard it
As we would
Décor
For the Fall-idays
We open the bins
And boxes and crates
Where it’s been stashed
Only to be frightened again
A witch
A ghost
That tangle of hooks
That impossible string of lights
Right where we left them
Just a year ago
And so
Let’s leave the past
Behind
Let’s put it to bed
For good
Like a beauty
Sleeping
Let it lie there
Undisturbed
Where it should be
No need to
Wake it
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