Beneath the blackening trees outside my window
The imposing green dumpster stands
Like a Grecian altar, in what
Was supposed to be a driveway
One car beside it and a horde
Of cats walking around.
Every now and again someone
Approaches , not to deposit but
Find his next treasure.
Flocks of old people draw near,
They roam the outskirts of the
Green monster, for something
That’s been tossed… maybe they’ll
Find a new use for it…
A dike sheltering them
From the judging eye of the street.
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