Not yet, this is the part where we begin
to put away the spoons, and the knives
and even the plates,
just leaving a few of each that will
tide us over until we close the kitchen.

I can still perform, there is still two
and a bit weeks to go before this
becomes a monument to an idea
that took shape and formed,
and grew and helped, (I feel that
is the biggest takeaway)

Writing has become a thing again,
almost to where it was when
originally discovered, though the time
needed for that brouhaha is granted
to my youth, but even still!

I am gathering my thoughts, my brain
like some kind of weird bio blender
and I am preparing all of the things
that I might only get these last
18 days to say, until shop’s shut.