Cleaning Out Old
Little by little
the past flutters
into a cardboard box, overflowing
leaves, like a nibbled white
dangling staples and 3-ring holes.
under the clutter
winters, springs, highway signs
spiral from dusty roads in the mind
wafting on Dears and Sincerelys
far countrysides, long fallow.
Throw one letter away
- a chain is
Darkness thickens over forgetting.
No daisies blink as the
slips from gold to rose.
a quilt with patches
tossed on a clothesline across the sky.
See how the fields flap
Yesterdays blur into bushes and lawn
- no handing back for
in digital time.
Knowing, I still throw away.
box will bounce through the city's
streets on top of a truck,
soon to be heaved on the dump,
more and more fragrant
as I too will drop
into a box, a
- housecleaned for the hereafter.