Pandora admires her stack of new moving boxes from U-Haul.
After the debacle last time,
any problems should be small
like the railroad apartment she's leaving.
Pandora was a gifted kid, winning science projects and writing ribbons
tacked up on a bulletin board,
but like many to whom much is given,
she never expected the burn-out and the drifting.
Buck up, girl! she tells herself, and starts sorting gewgaws and hair bows.
I was set up to fail, she thinks,
loaded up with junk and mottoes
from all those uncles appearing from workbenches with scavenged parts.
She'll pack these boxes and mail them to herself out in Santa Fe
where the Land of Enchantment
waits with its southwestern way
of letting hope grow like junipers around the foothills and her heart.
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I love this so much, especially the closing stanza. A sage response to the times, to seek some place where one can hopefully hang out in peace. Smiles.
ReplyDeleteDoes this Pandora pack a Lebanese hope chest in her wandering? I'm always surprised (and gratified) how adroitly you manage to shift everything in every next poem, but that's a gift of the wanderer, finding another of Pandora's geegaws on the road to the next day.
ReplyDeleteI can't say which of the images in here I like best--they all are uniquely satisfying--but I do love the way they build a picture of a lost girl who finds the value in being lost as she finds herself, deep in the bottom of the box. The last two lines, of course, are my favorites.
ReplyDelete"Pandora admires her stack of new moving boxes from U-Haul." Hahahaha! Awesome.
ReplyDeleteI'm rooting for Pandora, the debacle of the past left behind, new boxes and hope growing "like junipers around the foothills and her heart." It's time to move on. A wonder to read and enjoy, Shay.
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