The Purge
I will report what I have put in the car to be given away today.
So many options that we discussed clouded my confused mind.
You must understand that people like me survive by luck and wit alone.
It is rarely a finished project.
Rarely a completed job.
It is a circus we live in, between the acts,
our giftedness provides.
We are not quiet and seldom still enough
to hear all the directions.
We wing it and lose so many objects as we purge our time away,
and actually,
I went to write a poem right after our last conversation.
When I am pointed in many directions, I often give up.
So I did not plan, no schedule devised,
but I threw and gave away,
debris cluttering up my mind.
From the muddled mind me,
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