Trash Day
By Madeleine Begun Kane
On trash day I set a tv
On the curb and before I could flee,
A neighborhood jerk
Yelled, “How well does it work?”
Guess he wanted a signed guaranty.
Streets lined with garbage:
Discarded chairs, broken lamps.
Scavengers’ treasure.
(Prompted by Easy Street’s To the Curb and Writer’s Island Treasure.)
