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 StrydomReport problemRelated quotes
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