Sarah St Vincent Welch #25 Sorting

Sorting

it will never be over

shedding rescheduling

stuff of stuff the heaps

flowingover

marginalia

journeys to name centres

outside and outside themselves

ever

friends you can’t remember

when starting a poem

or anything (for that matter)

the impulse to run run run 

with it, each one an always

diminishing museum, hardly

curated, a label too many

a bow to  taxonomy (if only)

here a bit of tape, a broken box,
another thingo that doesn’t fit