Yard Sale
a family exposed
stories of old interests
or tales of lives once lived
turned into a system of money
toys once played with
clothes once worn
books once read
and decorations once used to fill the space in a once empty home
how many people with stories of their own
walk through
and judge a person & their life
all from what they've chosen
to lay out in front of their home
a girl stands by
keeping watch
and remembering what each item used to mean
to herself and to her family
and like dead grass in your front yard,
that you just can't bear to look at
a family makes a change for the better
and decides that selling their old stories
is the best way to make a few extra bucks
to write new ones
(i should stop staring at my neighbors)
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