We’ve all been here i reckon …

Cathartic cleaning
Room to room

Do I use it?
Do I like it?
Do I need it?

Boof – out it goes

Bags of linen out the door
Lots of little boy toys
Left on the nature strip

With superseded gifts
Tasteless souvenirs
And dusty reminders

Of previous pasts

They all disappear
Over several days
Off to new homes and gardens

Strangers finding joy
In finding things for free