not knowing if i could depend on anyone else
i took up the power drill myself
to fix the rack in my
closet
after all
i’m the only one who
can fix my own heart
it’s easy to leave it
broken like the closet rack
hanging precariously
unable to sustain weight
but the sun is out
and i got email
– you thought of me from so far
away and long ago –
so i replaced what was broken with a new part
ten thousand memories flooding as
i pack up my winter clothes
take out my summer clothes
thirteen times
now this last time
in my house
up for sale
each time the same, but slightly different
i know i’m older each year
april calls for spring
what if i cast off anything worn or broken
extraneous
half my high-heeled shoes depart
keeping only what works
will i change
will it be easier to walk
Elisabeth Bee 
My God, EB. This is great. It’s a mini-movie. You are quite the poet now. Wonderful stuff.
Pearl
Thank you for your comments, Pearl. My life has been very hectic lately. Very little time to write. I am trying to sell this house !!! Gotta look for poetry, and time, where you can find it!
EB
…my images, painted by you, are warm with specks of dust glinting like satellites in the rays of light.
You have a way with words, thank you for sharing them.
RR
Absolutely wonderful.