Idle bucket --
I, too, have nothing
to fill today with.
Plastic bag --
stopped by a fence
for a thousand years.
Still leaf --
are you trying to blow in,
or blow out?
It's a long road
when nobody cares
your're on it.
Wet asphalt --
must be worth
more than I think.
A graveyard
for leaves --
the way of all trees.
I see a face
in the wood --
ugly, isn't it?
How does
one piece of trash
take up so much room?
Discarded
or stored?
Hard to tell.
Brittle angel --
sticks and stones
are just hormones.
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