Recycling Bins
In the suburbs, once a week,
Recycling bins go out
And wait there, curbside, for the trucks
To pass by on their route.
A glance inside can give a hint
About the different things
The neighbors choose to purchase
And the refuse that it brings.
The water bottles, magazines,
The papers, boxes, cans,
Perhaps the same as yours or ones
Of which you aren’t fans.
The bins provide a service
All communities do seek
While also giving people
Into others’ lives a peek.
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