(Bad) Poetry is everywhere

A bad poem for a bad and good situation

Being a pack rat
Can be good
And bad
In the same moment
Apparently.

Having discovered a leak in the basement
Drowning
My ancient cassette tapes
Music now swimming in a pool of water
(thankfully clean)

Then finding I had saved
Two years’ worth of old phone books
Including the one with the plumber’s mobile phone number
Handwritten in the margin

Once again, a reminder:
Poetry is everywhere.

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