Once upon a Tote
I stumble upon stuff galore
Unsent letters, Unspent notes
Stashed up chamomile tea pouches
That took a beating
Around the confines of the bag.
Once upon a tote
A lip balm found an invisible cranny
To expire and smell rancid
By the time I rediscover it.
Random receipts from the grocery store
That slip through the cracks of memory
Gift cards that are perhaps used up
Or never used.
Once upon a tote
A novella takes refuge
like it were a rescue camp to start anew
In the hands that lovingly caress her
And flip through her pages like
Her nerve endings are being aroused
Like she is being made love to!
Once upon a tote
Numerous need-its
Perish, never to see sunlight again.
Perhaps, somewhat like the possessions
We chase to make us complete
The baggage we accumulate
In wishful thinking
Of a brighter tomorrow
On the other side of this dusk.
Once upon a tote
Resides the urgency, the panic
The over preparation
That consumes our days
While they slip by
Like unsent letters and unspent notes.
Like rancid lip balms and crumbled tea pouches.
This 'Once upon a tote',
Upon the peg of the future
Hangs for dear life
Wiling away the present
In the ironic absence
Of wanting to get there
While existing here.
Pic Courtesy - Musa Ortac - Pexels.
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