Today's poem is by Benjamin Busch
My formative years have begun again
but I can't run anymore because of my knees.
Everything piles up
and I can hear the mice in the walls.
I wish I had more time.
It's raining outside in the darkness
and drops are tapping on one spot inside the attic.
The boxes are still stacked downstairs
full of what I thought I should save.
I can't quite recall
the date I stopped believing
that I could make it to the end.
What will be the consequence
of having so many extra candles stored in drawers?
The dog is staring at his bowl
as if, once again, it couldn't possibly be empty.
Copyright © 2015 Benjamin Busch All rights reserved
from Five Points
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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