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Over the Limit

  • Writer: Nolcha Fox
    Nolcha Fox
  • Sep 9, 2024
  • 1 min read

I park in a no-park zone

to gather the baggage

of bones I left behind

when I rode to

another life.

So much to weigh

me down.

How little I can

see when burdens

grow too big

and block my view.

If I don’t get fined

for distracted parking,

I’ll be fined for 

driving overweight.


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4 comentários


Sara McNulty
Sara McNulty
18 de set. de 2024

Great poem, Nolcha!

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Nolcha Fox
Nolcha Fox
22 de set. de 2024
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Thank you so much, Sara!

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Convidado:
10 de set. de 2024

Haha, yes you always start with a plan of packing light and then realise you stowed far too much, don't you. Great poem, Nolcha. Regards Mason

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Nolcha Fox
Nolcha Fox
10 de set. de 2024
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Thank you, Mason! All the sorrows we accumulate always start small, and get heavier over time. Overpacking is easy!

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