Sensible Garbage Cans

They wait silently, that quiet pair by the door
one for the recycle path, one for the rest
A or B, and their secret cousin down the hall
everything in its place, on its way at day's end.

Just the place for mixed refusals
of the day. No shame in leaving them
there, unknown, unheard from -
just take them away, thanks.

As a child, the dump was most fascinating,
a huge pit; back up the car close to the edge,
toss in the bags, the boxes - the odd fridge -
for imaginary roaming creatures.

Now, of course, it's more real
with knowledge of those who live there,
making their way through piles
searching for life from a can.

Reload

Reload

You can, you know

Yesterday's partly hit targets
have had a good rest
while you tossed a bit

Saw you there
by early morning streetlight

Reload

Polish the metal
and sight along straight
take care in aiming

and don't forget
to breathe

Squiddles

And in it goes, you know -
all the knowledge. At least
for this week. And then next
week it will be something other
and the other will be there, some-
where...showing up in the odd dream.

I love poems, most of them anyway.

We had a dying tree, it's gone now
a group of guys with one chain saw
cut it all up and their branch-eater
took what they didn't leave. Only
trunk segments left, hauled on a sled
I moved them all out of sight for now.

The men went away, a bit underpaid, I thought.

The squirrels have noticed, I'm sure
and possibly some of the birds.
I guess it does leave room for the moon
she has been getting plenty of attention
blushing even. It's still cold here.
The sky stays quite clear at night.

And only yesterday, my dad was pushing his snowblower.

It's been quite a while here.

Feels good