Pockets

Emptying out my pockets today.  Considering what must be kept, what I can file away for the time being.  Still don*t know what needs to be trashed.

I like clothes

With enough pockets

For everything.

There must always be a place

To stuff the keys

The cell phone.

I avail myself

Of pockets of information,

Ways to use it,

File it,

Even determine

These are not my pockets

Right now

Anyway.

They are not deep enough

Not useful enough.

They do not add a thing

To the clothesline

Of letters

Which already follow

My name.

I collect information

In pockets.

Sometimes the pockets

Must be cleared

Lined up on the counter

The insides hung out

To dry.