At the dump

I was at the dump today.

With seagulls and eagles (and maybe a bear).

Cans and bottles and scrubbed out jars.

Boxes, more boxes and (oops!) legal files.

Dead TVs in a metallic morgue, awaiting postmortem by hammer and torch.

Chicken bones and Barbies with hair all tangled. Melon rind, headlamp from a 1990s Ford.

The stinky detritus of life in its richness.

Gifts and dinners and visits to Homesense.

Then I got in the car, shifted into drive, turned left and forgot it was all there.