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I cannot get out

of the driveway. Blame

it on lost keys-

 

Hidden in some

jeans’ pocket, obscure

corner where I set

them down, or in

the Lost and Found

 

at the local bar.

Where I could drink

troubles dizzy if I

 

could only get there.

So, I’ll circle the house;

 

the cat chasing

her own tail

in a bathtub.

 

Looking in the same

places two or three

times – but to no avail.

 

They’ve not – those

keys to ignition –

magically resurfaced

 

since I last left

the room and the car’s

a powerless lump

 

of insufficient

engine, and metal

and glass – inescapable

 

in the side yard.

 

Poem #6 of the Poem (almost) Everyday Project. These are second drafts of  pieces copied directly from my journal with minimal editing from their “vomit draft” state. Feel free to give useful critique.

 

I am also reading Robert Bly’s  Morning Poems as I revisit the poems in this project and am finding it interesting to imagine and analyze the inspirations he found each morning as he wrote, as his project was one of my key inspirations.

 

 

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