Sunday Comes Calling

by Ellespeth
new chairs

two chairs marked ‘free’ from our condo building lobby

Sunday Comes Calling

Today is a good day.
I touched five things I own.
They didn’t bring me
one single joy-filled memory
or connection to my life.
A pottery piece I made
the candle stick holders
we supposed
some incense burning bowl
one of us kept from the 60’s
but neither of us would claim.

I dusted them
and you brought them
to the lobby
– to the table of unwanted things
so many of us seem to own –
something new was born.


(my own photo)


One Comment to “Sunday Comes Calling”

  1. How the past echoes the future…

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