ready to say

he popped in
to the post office

asked them
to hold his mail

next door
at the newsagent
he bought lined paper
and some pens

cut off the delivery
of his newspapers

then by telephone
from home
he cancelled subscriptions

put his canned food
and packages

long life milk
and instant coffee

he drew the blinds
and locked the doors

then set himself down
at the table
with paper
and a pen

he had some things
to say
and he was ready
to say them


Poem #353 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

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