Packing and organizing things
After he left should I stay here
Or move to Florida I couldn’t yet
Figure the distance although
It seemed rational to do both
Perhaps a modicum of hope that
Would lead me to happiness
On both ends people most likely
Would wait but it’s a rhythm that
Is important to keep and he had
Somewhere to be by four o’clock
Someone said there was a snake
In the room at one time but he was
Only a pet I wasn’t sure if the truth
Was garbled but I kept picking up
The space knowing that at some point
I would either run into it or some
Remanent if it’s existence there
Underneath the table where
Not much has been cleaned for awhile
I found a couple of boxes of
Tissues practically full but had
Slid behind and so no one bothered to
Go under to retrieve them
There were soft cedar chips below
Which made me realize something
Had been under here but when
Or how long ago was unclear
It didn’t matter though I was
Having fun in this treasure trove
Of a place and the folks here wanted to
Do something about it but
No one had the motivation
So when he left we decided to
Dedicate a space of some
Of his belongings like a chapel
Or a living memoir or something else
And I could fly back and forth
From city to city living in
Both places it was just a matter
Of deciding whether to keep the
Old xerox machine that looked
Like it was some kind of
Makeshift table now
But upon moving it I realized
The decision wasn’t pertinent
Just yet
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Poétique 