yard sale

it's hard
to throw things away.
to toss
them into the trash
into
oblivion never to
be seen again.
the bad paintings
of snow or sea, that
vase full of dried
flowers. the old coat
you never wore.
but worse still
is to sit in your yard
on a Saturday
and have people touch
the things you
don't want, priced
for pennies,
then walking away,
confirming what you
already know.