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This was inspired by a morning I spent at G’s house. We entered through the garage, on one of his last days at home before the family emigrates.

the metal grey garage
with four bodyboards arranged in height order

dust collects on the floor
swirls and shakes the boards dumbly battering against the garage walls

and you walk out with all your luggage locked and sealed

flying overhead and never coming back

locked and sealed, you shut up

doors, rooms, words and thoughts

leaving the house
and all its ghosts
dumbly battering against the walls.


Comments on: "Left behind – Poetics of August" (2)

  1. you captured a notoriously tricky emotion so well. nicely done 🙂

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