on the driveway

neatly aligned cars
two garages full of junk
lives of consumption

~

n.b. Time is limited for us all, a sudden excision from the daily whirl always a possibility, so what is it with garages full of the stale fruits harvested from sixty years, or so, of shopping?

I put my hands up for an excess of books and records (various formats). How to let go, before one’s grip on the planet’s surface loosens? It ain’t easy.

CLP 31/10/2024