Kitsch...and more...

I have known the immutable ungainliness of plastic flowers

loud and happy in colorful vases; 

overbearing insignificance of

side tables, with seated Buddhas,

ashtrays, and heart-shaped picture frames;

all the haplessness of boxes full of

old photographs, abandoned under

the squeaky bed in the guest room;

the sad redundancy of 3 gigabytes pendrives, 

lost in some pocket of an old wallet, long-rejected, and never missed;

the  habitual reticence

of knobless doors, shuttered windows, heavy curtains, and houses with rooftop antenna.

And, I have known also the  tireless uniformity

of apartment buildings: cold, gray, and  huddled under the quiet mornings;

and, the unwavering loneliness of old folks 

on rocking chairs

watching TV at loud volume; phone

ringing with an urgency, erstwhile unknown in an empty room:

unspoken words suspended in 

the air,

orphaned.