Tuesday 29 May 2018

Bin Lady

The Morning After in the Park

She follows a set of footprints in the dew-grass
Enveloped by silence and the morning summer haze

She sees them at intervals, scattered in clumps and gatherings
She thinks of illicit meetings, trysts,mitchings, lies, long tales

She hears them swigging illegal beverages
watches bold struttings, brash mouthings

Don't they ever watch the news?
She stoops to pick up their waste

The spreading stain that blots out oceans
infects landfills, entangles and ensnares

And, once ingested, becomes embedded.

She was young once too
Care-free and care-less of the Future.


Copyright with Cathy Leonard 2018

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