What becomes
of sneakers worn through?
Of tattered t-shirts
or musty old caps?
Do they live again
in fresh threaded cloth?
Do we glance them once more
on our carefree young cousins?
Can they be viewed through the glass
of some distant consignment shop window?
Or do they wallow in piles
in trashbins
in waste ridden mountains
smeared by old age
and just out of sight?