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Blank slate colored
Floors smell
Of raw paint and
Possibilities

Tape tentatively marks the
Boundaries of
Many future battles

For one speck of time the
Coach’s desk is
Bare
Shelves well
Ordered
Tools not yet playing
Hide and seek

The lock is stiff
Light switches
Clean the bathrooms
Sanitary
Just for now

No one’s found their
Proper spot
Equipment shifts from here
To there and
Back
Even the parrot has
Not settled on her relocated
Perch

Closing up, I spy
Beneath the benches
Crumpled cup, forsaken glove
Fugitive spring, stray
Cookie crumbs

And so it starts
The slow accumulation of
Detritus
Physical and psychic
Karmic coloring

Be mindful as we write our history
Into these walls
The geomantic power of our memories
Emotion

Let’s make new stories worth the telling of the tale…