Auction

His harp singing
The decades of disintegration
And now begins he his eviction
Memories abound are to be packed
No Packers and movers this time
An auction be held
Buyers be called
Things once said priceless
Today will wear the gown of pricetags
What?
Highest bidding!
For that old rusted black square box
Discarded last summer
What makes you scream the highest bid?
For the least sought after stuff
“I am interested in the aroma within the box”
Box be opened
Chorused the crowd
Unleashed
Eyes and ears
On the sobbing silnece
©jeyforyou

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