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his boots on top of a shoe box

holding wooden clothespins

back when we had no dryer

his boots in the mud room

waiting for me to remember

when he last wore them

all I can recall is

he died with no shoes or socks

just a thin white sheet

with red and blue stars

last month I moved his boots

years of dust, empty except

for plastic milk rings

dropped in by sad cats

his boots now upside down

on top of clothes to donate

in a large black bag

on the front porch waiting

A twenty year old rock climber from WWU fell on Monday and died. He was with three friends. They were not free climbing. Catastrophic equipment failure. I don't know him. But I know about him because I know another parent who has a student there...

In Memoriam. His boots are empty too.

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