What he could not throw awaybyannaswirls©
Really aluminum, the foil he called tin
Like soda cans gathered crushed into stacks
Treasures found behind the grocery store
Any to turn a penny, he took in
Wooden cheese boxes and red onion sacks
Piled in rows, from his ceiling to floor
Dear Uncle, what use did you imagine
For moldy rag dresses, glasses with cracks?
Who wants this now? Are there any so poor?
To wash, weave and weather, cross and mend.
Form C: Curtal Sonnet
Trigger #36 behind the tin covered window