Moving Day

Mike Bell/ January 3, 2016/ www.mikebellpoems.com/ 0 comments

Corrugated boxes:
brown-wound, tape-thread,
(but, still, our move,
is a whole
month ahead);

This life:
shoved into one room:
cardboard-packed,
all slid-in, piled-up,
unequally stacked.

A cache,
of paper-piled histories,
reveals in unboxed
loft-discoveries:

A bag of creased letters,
now read-behoved,
you looked again,
and left, briefly,
re-moved.

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