Today's poem is by Jane Hirshfield

Body, Mind of The Ransacked Thrift Shop
       

Body, mind of the ransacked thrift shop:
I here bequeath you.

Knees: yellowing articles clipped from the news.
Blood: mosquitoes reject it.
Closets, time now to empty. Books, go.

Like an old dog, I'll find my one exactly-dog-sized pond of sun.
I'll sleep, I'll swim.

I'll keep with me
only one habit too hard to lose: I'll still bark at what passes.

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