-a space-

the closet’s filled with emptiness,—

once filled with things of the body

hanging  and stacked,— things tossed into it
due to laziness or lack of decisions, 

things pressed against the dark far wall to the left
and left forgotten.

the closet’s come full-circle.

the closet was empty to begin with.

on the move and things are gathered, unhooked,
lifted from the pole running wall to wall
sagging in the middle from the weight of its mission.

all things are readied for transport,

the matters of coats, sweaters, fleeces,

slacks, jeans and shirts on hangers, items
which carry the scent of the collective,

items moved a full bridge away
spanning the river

resurrected to hang again,

whose purpose is to occupy a space—

those things in need of a pair of arms or feet,

or legs or a single head, a winter night's back,

those things with frozen zippers, buttons lost
but unto god, impossible stains, the bundled
to be tossed or pardoned,— those things in need
of another season, a solemn reprieve or the Goodwill. 

                                        Fall River / Swansea / 5/8/12