Greig Turnbull Poet Couplet

To the Basement

To the basement

Down the stairs
To the basement
Where I keep my memories
I go down and clean them
When there’s nothing on T.V.

Somewhere down below me
Everybody sleeps
And they have clean clear memories
When there’s nothing on T.V.

In the deepest ocean
Where I hide my pride
In the Devil’s Forest
Where I bide my time

It’s the small things 
that make the big things work
and it’s the small things
that really hurt

Something starts
Something ends
And starts up again
Something breaks
Something bends
At the start and the end

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Caren Krutsinger October 20, 2018 at 11:29 AM "It is the small things that make things big" - some people do not realize it until it happens, and then uh-oh. This is profound and deep, Greig.