heaping piles of junk

piles and piles  
of boxes and files
all over the floor  
and into the aisles
 
covered with dust
and cobwebs and grime
i’d throw them away
if i had more time
 
except for that jacket
it belonged to my son
and one of those crockpots
i’m not sure which one
 
the hacksaw can stay
i might use it one day
and also this snow globe
from monterey bay
 
maybe tomorrow
I’ll get to this stuff
right now i’ll consider
the plan is enough
 
that lavender necktie
will be back "in" someday
my grandmother’s kettle?
I can’t throw that away
 
a box full of sea shells
my daughter gave me
she collected those things
when she was just three
 
i guess it won’t hurt
to keep them all longer
I’ll throw them away
when i’m feeling stronger