Empty

I take away the garbage bags, all filled to the brim.
Where will they go, will they float or will they swim?
It’s gone. Replenish. Consume.

I like the sound of empty wine bottles, they clink together as I throw them away.
Oh! We have had a good time.

That sweater stacked for charity.
My first. Whatever.
It’s gone. Replenish. Consume.

My Hope and Fear. Ego, shattered and bruised.
Where will they go, will they float or will they swim?

Categories: Mindfulness, Poetry

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