The Good Stuff
Jan 1 2025
When I cleaned out the garage
and left the good stuff by the curb
that I’d salvaged from the clutter
I was sure that soon enough
it would be gone.
The treasure hunters
who have an eye for the find.
The waste-not/want-nots
who just can’t resist.
And the gleaners and recyclers
determined to make do.
As well as the pack-rats and prudent,
because who knows
it could be of use.
And of course, the entrepreneurs,
who flip stuff for profit.
But there it all sat,
like the last kid
waiting to be picked
no one wanted on their team.
My abandoned hobbies
impulse buys
and ill-advised bargains
out there in the spotlight,
so every passer-by and neighbour
could silently judge.
Was I was hoping for a second life;
if not for me
then at least these inanimate objects?
Or perhaps some kind of redemption;
the sin of possession
and too much stuff?
But in the end, it was all just trash,
unceremoniously dumped
with the newspapers
kitchen waste
broken glass.
Leaving me to wonder,
what will future archeologists think
when they disinter the landfill?
Of the picture frame
good as new?
The hibachi
with just a touch of rust?
The baby buggy
with the missing wheel,
and the mountain bike
witch ancient mud
still clinging to its chain?
The good stuff
I left by the curb
that wasn’t worth the taking.
And no, cleaning the garage was NOT a New Year’s resolution. (I don’t do resolutions. And anyway, the garage is fine as is!)
One thing those future archeologists likely won’t understand are newspapers. Not when even I — a newspaper lover — read on a screen! But the word fit. And the remaining loyal (stubborn?) readers who still have ink on their hands deserve a nod.
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