Here at the end of the hours
bereft that all is done and dusted
(well, no, I desperately need to dust)
over, finished, kaput, completed.
(climbing out of Roget’s)
A time of wonder, now part of the patina on
this memory palaces room’s walls.
traveling companions on this absurd
journey of pursuit of poetry.
Crazy and yes, you can be assured I shall
do it all again one day.
Finally now, to go,
spend time reading what others shared,
being moved, and humbled, I am certain.
What a ride!
Thank you, each of you
for the memories.