Moving On
I loved moving
when all I owned
was a Bible, camera, tennis racket
and a suitcase full of clothes.
But now that I have my house
and thirty-five years of accumulation,
you’d have to drag me out of here
with me hanging onto the doorknob.
Will I ever abandon this stuff
and move onto new adventures?
Someday…when the angels come.
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