Aisle Four

February 10, 2012
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I walked into a hardware
Store- It smelled of
Wood and metal
And I heard my
Footsteps echo
From tile floors
To grey walls

I made a path
To aisle four
Where silver and
Copper keys hung

Some swung back
And forth

My favorite was
Priced at

Perhaps these sharp,
Ridged pieces
Of metal
Could be what
Unlocks the chaotic
Mess inside my head
And chest...
Unfolding problems
Into solutions
All in a second
Or ten
Depending on the lock

Life is never
All that simple
So I continued
Down to aisle

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