Friday, July 11, 2025

1187. The Ticket - Anne Porter

 On the night table

beside my bed

I keep a small

blue ticket


One day I found it

In my pocket book

I don’t know how

It got there


I don’t know 

What it’s for


On one side

there’s a number 

 98833

And

INDIANA TICKET COMPANY


On the other side

The only thing it says

Is KEEP THIS TICKET


I keep it carefully

Because I’m old

Which means

I’ll soon be leaving

For another country


Where possibly

Some blinding-bright

enormous angel


Will stop me

At the border 


And ask 

To see my ticket.

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