When I moved from one house to another
there were many things I had no room for.
what does one do?
I rented a storage space. and filled it.
years passed.
occasionally I went there and looked in,
but nothing happened,
not a single twinge of the heart.
as I grew older the things i cared about grew fewer,
but were more important.
so one day I undid the lock
and called the trash man.
he took everything.
I felt like the little donkey when
his burden is finally lifted.
things!
burn them, burn them!
make a beautiful fire!
more room in your heart for love,
for the trees! for the birds who own nothing — the reason they can fly.