Missing

by Angela Prew

I’m losing my mind
since my return from McGregor
and the poetry I heard there.
Or, maybe now that our spare room
is emptied of relatives and friends,
now that my time is my own,
days unoccupied have taken their toll
leaving my mind free of figures.
Figures…..those essential to modern living
have gone, left without trace. But
I can still cook and drive our car,
I can talk, make our bed, do the laundry.
So many plusses.
But how I miss those figures….

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