Some animal, some low
beast
has done me a favor:
it
tipped over the trash
can
in the alley early this morning,
scattering
the contents, everything —
brown
banana peels, wads of Kleenex,
open
soiled diapers, moldy carrots,
chicken
bones and greasy aluminum foil,
gum,
dental floss, a Hershey’s wrapper —
so that
I must pick up each piece
and
consider this too comprises
my life.
Henry Mortimer lives in Baltimore, Md. His poems have appeared in print and online publications. He writes Scribbleskiff.com, an occasional blog about books, music, and other distractions.
