let it go

I put out fifteen years
of junk
on the curb for trash pick up.
computers,
monitors, printers.
mirrors and pictures never
hung.
jackets and shoes.
old books I never read.
I drag out the rugs,
the bags of paper bills,
debris from so many years.
so much grey water
under the bridge.
it's a large heap
by the hydrant when I leave
for work.
I am pleased to see it
all gone when I return home.