the minimalist
everywhere in the house
there are bits and pieces
left here and there by nearly anyone
needle and thread and triple a battery
nickel and dime and gnarly tennis ball
none of which belong to me
trophies and knickknacks and
vinyl records in various sizes
displayed on shelves
have no meaning in my life
people come picking up things
dropping things off as they go
buying and lifting and regifting
never saying one word
though my calculations are unscientific
I’ve reason to believe my possessions
(which aren’t my possessions)
will be next to nothing
anytime soon
june two thousand seventeen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
jdubqca 
this poem made me smile, then it made me laugh outright. wonderful.
so glad you enjoyed this one, thank-you
Sounds like more of a blessing… my home just fills up
seems the clutter in our lives – whether physical or mental – has a life all its own
Lovin’ this poem;)
thank you so much!
wonderful.
thank you