The sunset’s like a
chromatograph
the pinks travel faster than
blues.
I’m clearing the clutter
from my bags
decades of paper residues -
foldable maps that fit in wallets
from trips in far places, now
collapsed
loose currencies in zippered
pockets,
coupons of the vanished and
lapsed.
Clean darkness wipes out the
mess of clouds,
my cases too are stripped of
stubs,
the pocket corners duly
turned out
the labels off, the metal rubbed.
Yet there’s a faint patch - that stubborn glue
just won’t come off whatever
I do.
That stubborn glue (literal and metaphorical) has continued to stick here too.
ReplyDeleteThe metaphorical glue is nearly always stickier..
DeleteThat one memory that will never fade.
ReplyDeleteNot always a pleasant one :)
Deleteand you'll reach in a pocket again and find another scrap of something.
ReplyDeleteYup, that happens regularly over here..
DeleteHi Nila - my brain is that stubborn glue at the moment ... I must wrest it free to clean my cases! Here's to some success this year ... take care - Hilary
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