My mind is wandering (a poem)

Started with a poem from 1987, added, cut up (sort of), and rearranged…

A few years ago I filled an empty room with furniture
tonight every piece of it is in the same place

I happened upon a sketch of splattered paint
resting on an easel facing the window

It looks upon the scene it failed to capture
losing track too often
wandering

We were like that
hoping to try it just the one time
she has no interest now

I don’t ask if she is alone

(4 November 2018)


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