JUST OUT

A glassful of water spiced with clove
A handful of rice, curry and lime
Oh now that I’m full and full to go
Gotta pack my go, gonna take a while
A row of jeans, a row of shirts
A pack of socks and wares and stuff
A pair of phones, rock ‘n roll
Held my blanket, folded square
Rolled my bed, nice and small
Turned that lights and turned those screens
Set on foot, out on road
Bag on back, door behind
A step out there, a wave of hand
A cat staring hard, a crow crying low
Oh now I’m full and off away.

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