Tchotchke

Spring cleaning comes and I seek to expunge from every counter and corner All clutter and dried rose that serves no purpose Knickknacks and little trinkets all go in the basket. To be given to those who have lesser or resold or simple lost forever There it sits on the mantle, an object grotesquely elephantine Rounded edges so it fits into no corners Claiming center stage, grossly out of place Into the basket it goes leaving only a rim of dust in its absence Spring cleaning is over, expunged from every counter and corner- -all clutter or dried rose that serves no purpose Knickknacks and little trinkets all go in the basket The basket goes to the salvation army down the street I sit and relax after a long day Coffee in my hand, eyes fixed on the clean mantle There it sits on the mantle, the object grotesquely elephantine rounded edges so it fits in no corners Claiming its place in the center Of no value but it still remains Like the one who gave it My tchotchke