Red Cone-Day 77- sesrch

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searching for the key
I came across
memories
old letters
journals
books
oil paints
pencils
photographs
plants
roses
surrounded by weeds
is the key hidden by weeds
what else is hidden
distracted
but the key was where I left it
of course
in the pocket of a jacket for cold weather
I had worn for five minutes pre-dawn
and then hung up
forgotten
but old memories
remembered