19th January 2025

 

long walk

for a second-hand settee

fuck that price

© Rachel Green January 2025

A box of wires and reams of paper

saved for a future when such was needed 

but boxed and stored away in loft, vapour

are the thoughts where future work is seeded.

But sorted through again, in Death Cleaning

where I rid myself these anchors to the past

while picking through this cardboard box and gleaning

for things I never used, to use at last.

I save again a pair of glasses, snug,

that fold and fold, and take no space at all,

an EU to UK adapter plug,

Bluetooth earphones inside a charging ball.

 Yet still, a box of boardgames calls to mind

 a time when friends were not so rare to find.

© Rachel Green January 2025