I return to a pile of trinkets, so carefully saved through the years
Filling up the corners of my Sunday with necessary aggravations
Trinkets with expectations of service and inevitability shimmer in the veiled recesses of my mind
I tell some to take the day off, to go and visit some friends
While I rearrange the furniture
I plan to throw them away and recycling comes to mind
Recycling aggravations into positives
finish incomplete tasks
Remove the attachments and uncouple the embarrassed, resentment of the spurned,
place in a toxic waste bin and maybe they’ll be re-purposed
Cycle existence into something new
Say goodbye and set them free
Excellent – thought provoking!