#1033073 added June 21, 2022 at 5:59pm Restrictions: None
list like a bucket
I wrote it all down, what I would do
In this afterlife, formerly hopeful,
As if I could dream again
In an empty garden. Let’s start
From the soul, plant things
From a dry brain, drained.
I’d learn guitar, sing verses
To ignorant trees, Words fly
to the pale blue, And dark,
forming clouds. I would construct
these verses, yearning returning love.
Connection is what I lack
To the living things, having not
Been mindful. In a house
I don’t properly take care of,
She won’t let me sell.
I’d consolidate a collection
Of dusty belongings, move
To a temporary, transitive residence,
Consider a new vehicle
And begin a leisurely life of travel
On my own Route 66.
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Edited 6.10.22
Guess I’ll not add, end list.
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