Passing Through A Room

............................................."They passed through several rooms
...............................................filled with odds and ends,

..............................................clothes on hangers but also guns
...............................................stacked in corners"  -

...............................................from Life is Elsewhere, Milan Kundera

I would pass through his room filled with odds and ends

but there is no exit, only a window on the far side

I could float above the floor, my feet buoyed by piles of

old bank statements, mixed boxes of insect repellant and motor oil,

twenty years of T-shirts acquired at a millenia of bike races.

I went in to gather hangers, many migrated there

like birds to a flock,

I pluck them out as a hunter raises his rifle

to harvest a goose traveling south to

a warm, sunny place.