bring your camera

i remember
excavating the basement.
purging, tossing,
removing
another life out
in boxes and crates.
sifting through the debris
of the past
few years or more.
like glue these things
were stuck
to me.
but i found it easy
to let them go.
there was no sentimental
value at all.
cards, letters. pictures.
rings,
clothes.
once done, once no longer
needed or loved,
or used,
i have no problem
seeing them go out
the door. i have no
problem starting over
with a fresh coat
of paint, new carpet.
new everything.
bring the camera,
let's take some pictures
to be framed,
let's begin once more.