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The Coat Rack

I found this poem scrawled between class notes from my college days. For whatever reason, I was apparently more fascinated with the coat rack on the back wall than I was with Ancient Egyptian burial practices.

The Coat Rack

Shannon VanZegeren

Hooks in lines

Like teeth on combs

Have told stories of

Wet winter jackets

And backpacks weighed down with books.

They bear the weight patiently

As the professor goes on & on

About Ancient Egyptian burial practices.

The hooks don’t mind

Except in the case that

A jacket is left behind

And never claimed by its

Rightful owner.

Then it’s a sad time.

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