An exhibit

Suppose the items you left behind

were put on display. Texture and touch

concealed by glass. Images of you and others

framed and hung up on the walls.

A statue of you, made of marble.

Your reading glasses for all to see.


Preserve your pride in a jar.

Close your compassion in a closet.

Lock your ambition in a brief case.

Hammer your words of wisdom

in the wood.


Keep your hellos and goodbyes

in a file cabinet.

Expose and give your secrets

Away. Purchase your dreams and despairs

at the gift shop.


And when closing hour arrives

with a flick of a switch

all that is you

gets covered in the dust.


Poem by Nicole Fersko

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