Yardsale The sherpa tuque I made myself The year after my daughter was born. The sunglasses, genuine rose crystal, never fit right. I got them as an after Thought To protect my vision. The skis were new Barely used. Fragments of me On display over a crisp white sheet Of snow. It's unlikely But perhaps someone will find a thing Or two From my wreck worth keeping.
I wrote Yardsale back in the 2010s when things were not going so well in my life. It was a long dark midnight which I had to persevere. While it was terribly painful and I would never choose to go back to that time, it did teach me that I can persevere… So can you.