After conversation ends, we part.
I walk the meadow one more time.
Alone to my senses, I see more,
including the non-treasures.
First, some sort of cardboard-colored paper,
matted down to the grass.
I free the ground.
A few steps more and I find a small
black plastic bag which tells me
it’s at my disposal.
So the collection begins….
empty water bottle,
ripped Styrofoam coffee cup with pink lettering,
plenty of miscellaneous papers.
Two different candy wrappers steps apart.
Are they from the same sweet tooth,
or did first give license to second to trash this field?
A candy-cane striped hair tie. I’m ok with that,
probably positively an accident.
I picture a girl freeing her hair to the wind
which snatched the tie to hold the memory.
One lap fills the bag.
It makes me sad until I look upon the clean meadow.
A fox scurries through it.
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