RV Meditations on TK– 995 by Daryl Muranaka

RV Meditations on TK– 995

I come to you pre-loved,
pre-set, reset, but not
prepared. I think
the term used to be
“broken in.”
. . . . . . . . . .I come to you
pre-loved, but no longer
tied to that past, tied
to the ideas of what was
is what it is. I rolled into
your life, not quite “as is”
but with a few dings
hammered out, a few chips
scraped off, my tires
rotated & rotating until I am
maybe post-loved again.

by Daryl Muranaka

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Editor’s Note: The world can be separated into two groups—those who camp, and those who do not. For those who love to camp in their RV (this editor included), there is something delightful about remaking a small space into something more. This poem’s allegorical theme revolves around the worth of a used camper, and renovates it into an emotional journey.


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