morning rain
and I didn't fill my green bin
wasted opportunities
© Rachel Green March 2024
Midnight
and the lady from number ninety-five
carries a laundry basket full of trash
and dumps it on next-door's lawn.
She's waiting for a skip, she says,
the pile getting more mountainous every day,
because she's moving out
but it's been two weeks, or three,
and I wonder if she thinks they magically appear
when the pile gets large enough,
like a toiled cistern
except for picture frames and and plastic toys
and old cardboard boxes full of nappies.
© Rachel Green March 2024
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