|International recycling symbol|
She’s not wearing her work gloves again, but
she’s picking up the litter from her lawn,
her daily task as steward of the corner.
Black plastic sandwich-shop bags are empty,
but not pizza boxes or water ice cups
gooey with sugar, crawling with ants.
Soda cans, beer bottles and bottle caps
recycle, papers and flyers do too
un-crunched, smoothed, read and piled.
She chatters back at the squirrels from under
her yellow baseball cap, from under her hunched back,
from over her unsteady hip-stiffened walk.
She coaxes the robins to hop closer,
calls them her herd, her grazing goats and asks
them with a chuckle Why not mow the lawn?
While yer at it, why not trim the edges?
These drivers, cleaning their cars on my lawn!
It’s not the school kids, I like the school kids.
But they laugh at her, these stylish children,
who discard whatevers with abandon
as they stroll past without pausing their pace.
She’s moving slower today, probably
pleased to salvage and recycle, to walkeach next day on her little piece of earth.
For my prompt
For #21 April poem ~ I'm a day behind.
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