Cancer in the Breast of a Lady

As if insulation
Placed just right
Between wall, panel
A trinket box
Black velour, hinged
Dangling pearl earrings
Minus one pearl
Not for keeps
Or for mouse
A hoarding strategy
As seen often
Among end gamers
Before we arrived
There was money
Stuffed into walls
A woman's savings
As she died
She hid things
After she left
Her husband recollected
Tried making sense
But there isn't
Sense is patient
Sense doesn't scramble
But after cancer
Nothing makes sense
We'll probably call
After Memorial Day
Give them back
For whatever reason
Might mean something
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5.29.12