Day 12 of 30 Days of Poetry, Autumn 2024
The dream road waits for us. Though, before we go, a few things: ticker tape retirement needs a hoovering, plus that first novel (a second too), and unspooling addictions, all these minutes we sell, hustling screentime to seed a storm ... maybe’ll dump coins into the tank. Sell the rooms sell the chairs set memories on repeat, gotta set aside time to untangle and consider all of these cords -- if it rains make a bonfire to burn unread poems useless statements and whatever good wood we can’t give away. You can’t take it with you so who wants the china the gelato spoon the wine openers the stoppers the third fridge? Better start chugging the Prosecco now, just a few things before wanderlust eventually gives us over to the wheel (one sec) just a few more things
Today the word was “wanderlust” given to me by Colin.
Thanks for reading.
An excellent poem, as always! And the photo of those immense clouds made my tummy rumble.
Thanks! It was fun to read seeming to wander through bits and pieces of my life.