The last box taped closed
final mail arrangements made
phonebooks left for new victims
echoing rooms scanned for laggers
cupboards swept clean for the first time
toilet checked one more time
dog belted into the backseat
cat carrier loaded next to her
gerbil cage duck taped to top of carrier
small angry child strapped in the middle
parents shutting the past without a key
a family points their car toward the future
without looking back.
NaPoWriMo #30
It has been a pleaure this year to see so many old friends, and to make new ones. Thank you to all who came to read or allowed my poems to invade their inboxes. Your support has kept me going, with much gratitude to Bonny, Adriene, Shirah, Mike, Geo Sans, Sirena, Sharon, Beth, Kavalkade, Salsachica, Busymindthinking, Shawn, iithinks, Linda, Karuni, Jackie and everyone else for commenting and following along. And a special thanks goes to Maureen for commenting and giving me feedback on every single one of the thirty poems, without missing a day! For that, you deserve a medal, my friend.
I wrote a poem every day in April as part of NaPoWriMo’s celebration of National Poetry Month. Won’t you join me in poetry (maybe next year)?
Until we meet again, friends.
Suburban Satsangs 