Any day now

Hemmed in by chosen
Memories
Discarded ones collect
Pools of regret
Out in the driveway

Older I get
Smaller the space
I inhabit
More selective
What constitutes
A treasure in my mind

Music, art and books
Unread stories
To discover soon as
I set foot
Out of the hallways
Of yesterday
Any day now
Sketch of a Macleay’s Swallowtail c2021.

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