rummage sale

rummage sale




sometimes I can spend an hour 

rummaging through my mind,

trying to place the right word,

or phrase,

like finding the perfect picture 

for a certain room.


some days, the same words

reappear again and again,

and I don't know what I want more,

to know the answer why the same word keeps reappearing,

like an old flame that needs to put out,

or to finish the poem.



I have always loved a warm hearth,

so I usually always finish the poem.