My signature hat under which I would hide.
Statues I carried from Bali that gave me no pride.
Paintings I did because I needed a “thing.”
Deer bones, Polar Bear fur, a Grey Horned Owl wing.
My kitty onesie I hugged myself in on cold nights.
Pipes with medicine resin, the smell brings old frights.
I feel each item, say thank you, toss it on the blaze.
For I cannot bring you forward into the coming days.
I found something real, no more need to grasp.
So I let these parts go, let the past be the past.