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.