Written for:  Poetic Asides #321
Write a countdown poem i.e., start of song, shuttle launch, weekend

Living on the opposite coast,
missing most, good friends
and family. Perched on slatted
beach chairs in an empty
living room, we waited
six days for the pet mobile
to arrive from New York
with our dog. Tense, sense
of anticipation–would all
our belongings arrive safely,
and when?

Once we were semi-settled,
guest room fixed like one
in an old-fashioned B&B,
we yearned for company.
Who would be the first
to visit? What would they
think of our new home?
Oh the joy of hearing
a friend say, “I’m here,
waiting for my bags.”
Then we tried not to count
the days until she would
have to leave.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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