Twice a week in break of dawn <br />While the stars are outstanding <br />I screw the plastic lids on tight <br />Moles and chipmunks might get in <br /> <br />Summer in my shirtsleeves smart <br />A chorus of derisive birds <br />Winter with my overcoat <br />Frost and mist, dismissive words <br /> <br />The plastic, glass and house discards <br />Out by six and standing proud <br />Proclaiming waste and affluence <br />Of which we do not speak aloud <br /> <br />Who has the skills to sort this stuff <br />The piles we evacuate <br />Who can recycle or degrade <br />The trash we have thrown out too late <br /> <br />Nothing to rescue or be claimed <br />Once items pass their sell-by date.<br /><br />Frank Bana<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/taking-out-the-trash/
