Bubble wrapping, packing in boxes
Rare books, heirloom china,
Pictures and paintings and chips of memories.
For now, we have a boatyard full of bits and bobs
To distract us from the real treasure,
Departed and speeding into the set sun.
We nock our arrows, flaming hard in darkest night,
For the final farewell
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2024)
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“we have a boatyard full of bits and bobs / To distract us from the real treasure,” – so accurately expressed, Liz
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Thanks Nicole. The frustration & befuddlement is real.
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A poignant piece Liz
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Thank you, Sadje!
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You’re welcome
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