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Sheriff of Storage Town
by Liz Matis

The golf cart
sinks
The motor
strains
Under his mighty
weight

An example of mankind’s
gluttony
Like the stuff he
protects

Unit after unit
Row after row
the cart putts along
spewing smoke
Into the atmosphere

Making his rounds
He puffs on a cigar
night after night
lonely and
cast off
Like the stuff he protects

An unlikely fellow
Sporting a gun
for who would want
what other people
Have abandoned

An unlikely fellow
who wonders
what’s behind
Each steel door

An unlikely fellow
who believes
he is not a human watch dog
but a guardian of memories