What natural or man-made wonders will we <br />Prospect in those crevasses and gullies, <br />Boulders blotted blue as soggy lilacs <br />With lichen and cloud shadow? It’s all free: <br />So dive a palm down into warm valleys <br />Of cushion, sift through crumbs, lint, and old snacks. <br />Ore shed by decades of simple couch life: <br />Dental floss, Scrabble vowels, such nostalgia! <br />Monopoly hat, racy red brassiere, <br />Condom wrapper, super ball, pocketknife; <br />Star Wars action figure (a lost Jawa) , <br />A fist of loose change, enough for a beer, <br />Proof that nothing in life gets very far: <br />The mother lode, an unopened Mars bar.<br /><br />Ernest Hilbert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gold-rush-on-disposing-of-an-old-sofa/
