Not The ’66 Bonneville Either
And since there are only a few years left
I’ve had to give up some things
Long bodied dates and other big seeded fruits
Mango, avacado
Dried ones too
Neither animal protein nor nuts
I’ve given up the urge to go, also work and travel
But not pain, my insistent companion
And not quiet
The quiet nights of the unexplored hours
Sitting, watching, listening
To the nothingness that is still avilable
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love your list of things- at first wondered what long bodied dates were! ha
Charles, the title as part of (and framing) the poem works well as something optional that will not be given up, compared to those things that must be given up.
But what do you still have? That could be another poem. Had to look up the Bonneville. Is a boat, a swimming pool or a small jet plane?
Nita Marie, that’s a good question, other than the silence mentioned. Bonneville is a boat in the sense that a 14 foot long two door Pontiac is a boat.
I tripoed on the sate line for a second. Otherwise, I understood and related, nodding my head as I read.
I tripped on the date line for a second. Otherwise, I understood and related, nodding my head as I read.