the collector taps the catalogue
containing his great-grandmother's
pewter, the heat of the day
kept at bay by thickstone walls,
thin, leaded panes, pale walls
patterned with color, a carefully considered quilt
of all his acquisitions, on smooth-planed
shelves, too, the cut glass vitrines contain
several beating hearts, the credit panel for each labeled
in careful black and white, noting
their source and origin, written down, too,
in the black-bound book he habitually carries,
left, in a legacy, to his infant son
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