There are gems hiding in garbage bins, things tossed that could be recycled, reused or reimagined.
When did we decide that once-used novelties were destined for dumpsters?
And why, if these items have no value to you, do you look at me as if I’m a thief when I try to revive them?
I have a home, or an occasional one. I work when I can. I don’t traverse your trash cans because I need to. I do it because I believe that you are the one that should be ashamed. Not me.
A garbage haiku:
shards of glass glitter
radiant in the wreckage