Art At the Dumpsite
In a bare field
hidden behind dense brush
There's a spot where people
cunningly come, dumping
their oversized trash.
Somehow word got out
years ago:
mattresses, appliances,
box springs; just about
anything one could perceive.
I often find myself there
in awe of this surreal collage.
A community collaboration;
sensational work of artistry.
Each tossed trash
enriching another, fitting
together like a
carefully planned sculpture-
creating a grand design.
Each trash dumper
contributing another
piece to the craft:
beer cans beside worn
baby strollers; bald tires
fitting nicely near
shopping carts.
They come one by
one, each in their
own special time
as if lovingly tossing
flowers into an open grave
has carefully as
Alexander Calder-
a masterpiece concealed-
very few will ever see.
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