Day 37: the open road

For a month now

My computer has autocorrected

Everything I write

Into french

 

 

 

 

 

 

I never made it across the border but it has

Mysteriously

How an inanimate object

Turned French

When it was meant to be me

Perhaps I’ll never know

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I can feel escape calling

 

 

 

 

 

 

This home

So solid and secure

So reliable and loving

I will never forget

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yesterday I went into the van

To find something, I think

I stooped in her low-roofed belly,

A sob caught in my throat

And I said

One day we will hit the road together

Gertie

Us five

Out there

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lockdown is ending

Soon

Keep the faith

 

 

 

 

 

I was really saying that to myself

 

 

 

 

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