Old Words
Packing, boxes, tape, more boxes more tape…. That’s my life for the next few weeks. I’m getting ready to move. Finally facing reality and ditching the too-big house and moving into an apartment in the part of town where stuff actually happens.
And I am going to use this opportunity to shed much of the stuff I’ve been hauling around for the past thirty years. We’ll see how that goes.
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Where are my thoughts
Where are my thoughts?
In small boxes and cubbyholes,
Arcane bits of the past
Whisper the names of old friends
And hum old songs.In files, yellowed paper and faded handwriting.
Checks, receipts, manual for a long gone kitchen appliance,
To do’s and to don’ts,
Old addresses and old loves,
Old projects, old degrees, flight logs
And pictures of Navy subs.Perhaps on the computer,
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Etched on platters, matters of drive;
Work and toil, man and machine.
Samson
Yeah, I know. This post is a bit down, but I wanted to share a photo in a post, so why not post about my recently deceased Dalmatian?
Within affections distant touch,
Life’s gentle breath slowing to pass away,
Torn wailing grief; a cold wind
Through emptiness and regret.Ideal of selfless gift, strength and beauty,
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Leaves the final lesson cold.
In thought and apparent gentle reminder,
Of life’s fluid nature, the final gift,