Her Final Yard Sale – A Poem

Her Final Yard Sale
Lots of things
covered up with stuffs
and shallow breaths that hide
all that is deeper or matters
or even speaks to anyone
at all
save for
the silver plated grape shears
that must have mattered
one day.


3 thoughts on “Her Final Yard Sale – A Poem

  1. Always interesting to see or run one of these sales. You never know what people will find value in. Though our last one here seemed to attract several people who tried to negotiate every price down to a dollar or less.


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