yet another trip to the landfill
there is an empty dumpster sitting in a
driveway down the street
it was delivered there yesterday I said
what the hell are you talking about she said
that dumpster got dropped off last friday
I exhale some sort of harumph
and step into the next room
quickly standing squarely in front
of the bay window
dumbfounded and staring at that thing
tomorrow will make it a week
I say to myself
almost certain tomorrow is friday again
I wonder if I they need any help over there
I yelled back toward the kitchen
silence
not even a “what-did-you-say”
I wonder if I should go fishing
I tell myself
and try to figure out exactly why
a perfectly quiet neighbor
is throwing away his life
may two thousand fifteen
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Lives thrown away. There are always questions amongst acquaintances about these events. I wrote on the subject from a different point of view https://archiearchive.wordpress.com/cleaning-out/
Bravo – I love it! Thanks so much for sharing your thoughts all the way back from 1999!
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Either that or you are creating some place to breathe.. I wonder if that would be better for all of us.
absolutely – lightening one’s load is probably a good thing!