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We lived above things then.
As children in young families
And the elderly
 sometimes do. 
Above a garage, first.
Later, above a dated supplier
Of beauty.
Steps on the outside once.
Steps on the inside next.
Inside the building,
But outside our apartment,
Inside our building,
Steep stairs.
I remember rough climbing
Past the mailboxes 
Up towards the door
And the aged linoleum.
There had been many movings
Away from
Places that had become familiar
Territory, and careless keeping
And sorting
Through those caches
 of sequent occupancy
Sealed for some Saturday
When time might open
On the verge of transformation
Proper.
 
 
 
 

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