there is something to be
said kindly
about hoarders, those who keep
and keep
what comes into their
hands, their lives,
forever. they have feelings
for that plastic bag
holding more bags,
that chair with the stuffing
out, that ski pole, bent in two.
each piece an orphan,
unglued unused.
they need to be saved,
we all do.
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