Briefcase Stage of Life

I enter the yard sale
not very confident in what I see.
Rotary phones. Construction worker glue.
Junk on top of junk.
Until this black leather case
catches my eye.

So the gown is gone.
So the years are done
and as words like “accomplishment”
and “achievement” trampoline around my head,
I couldn’t help but think
that I was ready
to be entering
the briefcase stage of life.

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