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Every Cupboard Bare, Every Head Bowed
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All of It 107 Every Cupboard Bare, Every Head Bowed Loading the truck for the last leaving we moved Granny Buby’s table away from the wall where it had stood since her death the month Armstrong walked on the moon. I was done sorting through, emptying out. All the lost was lost, the found found, till the table top swiveled revealing, in secret space, a leather pouch of deeds summonses ration coupons Daddy’s will when arthritis hit, ticket stubs (baseball, Coney Island) stock in what no longer exists, papers making Papaw guardian of his dead brother’s child (what child?) a ballet (ballad) hand-writ in amber ink a newspaper clipping: 108 All of It My brother WINS BEE THOUGH ILL the bill for our ’55 Ford, and another, dated 1906, for repairs on Papaw’s daddy’s two-horse wagon. ...