Green Bins
The watched tomato can’t blush
in public
Give it a day and until then, leave it alone
Until then, we can work on our choreography for trash day
Green bins, everyone,
tip them back onto their hind legs
Help them rear up
in the moonlight
with all manner of spiders
that we cannot see hitching rides on the bins
Morning, we will saturate you with what we want
Morning, you let us gather you up like wet clay
Morning, we can pet the garden’s head and let it drink
I tell the roses I am disturbed by their punctured leaves
like petals of lace
Clearly they are being eaten
but what tremendous shadows they are responsible for
Hannah, this is eloquent and so filled with images- I'll never think of garbage day again without picturing a dance. I especially shivered happily at these lines--Morning, we will saturate you with what we want/you let us gather you up like wet clay.
ReplyDeleteThat's a great poem! I work in a rubbish removal company! I'll print it and hang it on the wall in the office!
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