Moving
There’s confusion to find things,
to prepare the kitchen, the rooms
when the hallway and lounge,
the garage is standing full of boxes
and we are like nomads,
as if every thing is ready
for the next removal
while we find small treasures,
precisely plan how to arrange our house,
our new life.
poem by Gert Strydom

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