—
Breaking down
Boxes then
‘Sea’ label gives
Up the
Glue and floats
Down my body.
Tiny,
Yet still
Packed
With all London
Gone by.
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This post is from my poetry series for January, “In the Details” — daily small stones and photos, as part of The River of Stones.
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Elizabeth, I just had to click over and read this post, based on the title. I just knew it’d be a treasure.
Three years gone by, several moves later, we still have boxes with labels for sea freight from Papua New Guinea. Many are now filled with other things. I find it difficult to remove the old labels.
I was shocked at the memories that rolled out just at the sight of that label. I can remember the face and even the voice of one of the men who took the boxes away in Kansas City.