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.