My mind 
is a suitcase
back from holiday.
The lid rammed down.
An overload of souvenirs
popping though the gaps.
And then there is the litter
in my cupboards.
Pink elephants.
The songs
of aubergines.
And broken carapaces.
I take them to a mountain top
release them.
Clutterbirds
they rain
like fish
through the skies.
This poem is about clutter…and lightening up!
It is a new poem with old beginnings. Helen
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for more on raining fish go to
http://goodnews.ws/blog/2010/03/05/it%E2%80%99s-raining-fish-hallelujah/
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