Wednesday, March 30, 2016

Rik George writes

Day Breaks

A distant cow calls for a bull.
The day breaks gray over the grove.
Taped boxes wait along the wall.
I drink my tea and clean the cup.
My life is almost ready to move.
I close the last box, wrap it with tape,
and stack it with the rest. I check
for things I've overlooked. Just day
and dust in the corners, not one scrap
of us, just me in the waiting stack.
The climbing sun brightens the sky.
I hear the movers park the van
on the drive. I push my past away,
open the door, and let them in.

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