Departure Poem by Paul Storm

Departure



The suitcase

Fill it. dammit;

Really.

Is that it.

Really.

The moonlight flickers on the glass,
I wonder about UFOs.

Are they real.

Am I?

God.

Pack up.

Leave.

No. Yea.

God, really.

Friday, July 10, 2020
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