Poetry About Garbage

Black bags gather at the curb before sunrise. A truck carries yesterday beyond our sight. Plastic keeps the shape of a meal for centuries. Hands sort glass and paper beneath fluorescent light. Nothing disappears because the bin has closed. The earth receives every object we refuse to remember.

A truck carries yesterday beyond our sight. Waste is consumption with its story continued. Hands sort glass and paper beneath fluorescent light. Even garbage keeps more than one meaning in view. Away is a place inhabited by someone.

Black bags gather at the curb before sunrise. Time carries the image beyond its first appearance. Plastic keeps the shape of a meal for centuries. Nothing disappears because the bin has closed. Away is a place inhabited by someone. The earth receives every object we refuse to remember.