Leftovers
A flood took the journals and photos.
An auction, the music and memories.
A minivan, too small for the books.
I am what remains.
/ / /
16 August 2023
Charlottesville VA
This is poem 26 in a series called 50 Days Till 50 Years. I’m writing a poem a day between now and my 50th birthday. I’m going to try to focus on memories of my past, and the people who inhabited it.
POEM: Leftovers
Published in 50 Days Till 50 Years My poems Poetry
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