They’ve been waiting for weeks.
I don’t fill them –
only collect them.
The night damp day is right for this.
I work like an automan.
Books, towels, nicknacks –
I’m not really leaving:
Just practicing disengagement.
Eight years slides into a tube.
Rain drips down the sill.
Source: Sonneborn, CL 1991 ’Packing Poem’, Poetry Australia 132, South Head Press, NSW Australia, p. 37.
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