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Where Will I Go?

 Sharing with The Sunday Muse #192.



Where will I go? Along the road. 
There are entire industries surrounding me
Old filmstrips of steel and rubber
Men in showers of sparks
Like the fountains you used to find
At a mall. Only malls, like filmstrips,
Are dying like the great animals 
Outside these windows.
Where will I go? Along the road.

Hope everyone had a cozy beginning to the 2022! We made gingerbread people & cuddled Arthur (who doesn't like loud, random noise) and then everyone had popcorn, which turned out to be the only snack we could all share. Arthur may or may not have developed superpowers.

Merlin's superpower remains insta-sleep to insta-snack readiness. And fuzziness. Happy New Year!!!!



-- chrissa

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  1. Laura BloomsburyJanuary 1, 2022 at 7:39 AM

    a deep and thoughtful questioning - the setting so visual too

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  2. Carrie Van HornJanuary 1, 2022 at 7:44 AM

    A wonderful poem of questions to start the year. It does seem the mall is becoming extinct. I love the photos of your beautiful dogs Chrissa! Sounds like you had a lovely evening despite the crash of fireworks.

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  3. indybevJanuary 1, 2022 at 8:46 AM

    Times they are a'changin' .... Well said.,

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  4. ms_liliJanuary 1, 2022 at 9:48 AM

    on the road indeed...

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  5. HelenJanuary 1, 2022 at 10:51 AM

    I am walking the same path as you, Chrissa ... wondering where we go, how we change, what more do we lose along the way. Wishing you happiness, good health and great writes in 2022.

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  6. rallentandaJanuary 2, 2022 at 7:22 AM

    Happy New Year to you Arthur and Merlin!

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  7. FireblossomJanuary 2, 2022 at 8:56 AM

    Their super powers are AMAZING!!!

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  8. Sherry Blue SkyJanuary 2, 2022 at 9:41 AM

    What BEAUTIFUL dogs you have! Malls dying like the large animals is an arresting image.

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  9. redprismaJanuary 2, 2022 at 11:54 AM

    This poem reminds me of the unoccupied strip malls you see so often now. Thank you for sharing.

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  10. SunitaJanuary 4, 2022 at 7:31 AM

    A reality check!

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  11. JimJanuary 4, 2022 at 10:38 AM

    So very true, Chrissa, and you told it so very well. Part of going to the mall was seeing people and being seen. I proposed to Mrs. Jim at the mall (Alameda,.Houston) and that was 49 years ago January. I did before several times but she said no, not in leap year.
    The modern generations meet online to see and be seen. But there are some still open for your poet.
    I liked the after notes too. I'm glad you had a nice and busy holiday. My granddaughter's new cat didn't like the fireworks either. Mrs. Jim's birthday is on New Year's Day, the GD, youngest one and our younger daughter and SIL took us out for early dinner at our new Chippers for some British imitation fish and chips. The grandaughter then spent a couple of nights with us. That all made for a happy weekend.
    You have a nice new year,
    ..

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