Sonya S Poet I do not know?

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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Beata Agustin January 6, 2022 at 12:58 AM Thanks for sharing this. May I share with you God's love, expressed in John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." God bless you.

Poet Destroyer A February 18, 2016 at 11:22 AM SONYA, Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. Please keep writing and sharing your poetry. LOVE LINDA

Skat A December 5, 2015 at 6:18 PM Sonya, I really enjoyed this poem thanks for sharing **SKAT**