Empty Spaces

Boxes filling empty spaces
soon even they will be gone
as people come and argue
about the value of what
used to be treasures
now the detritus of my
years here in the floresta.

Will the monkeys miss me
when I’m gone?
Will fairies still come
and dance on the lawn?
Will the magic remain
when I’m not here
to feed its flame
or will the floresta
reclaim this space
where I lived and learned
how to be at peace
in a world too often in woe?

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