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Trash Art
by Nancy Ness

I can not take
The trash out yet
It’s raining and
I might get wet

Besides I worked
Hard from the start
To build this sculptured
Work of art.

I filled the basket
To the brim.
My trash was looking
Mighty grim

I crushed it down
When it got full
To make more space
In the barrel

Because of course
I then could fit
More trashy stuff
Inside of it

But I won’t let
It overflow
I’ll balance
Everything just so

That empty box
Can stand on end
And cardboard stays
With just a bend

I stuff some paper
Here and there
Pour on swept dust
From everywhere

On top egg shells
And coffee grounds
Fill in those gaps
That I have found

  All my toil’s
Solidified
With crumpled foil

  I’m proud to say
This skill of mine
For balancing
My trash art’s fine

I wonder now
If I should stop
Or let it span
The counter top

Oh, what the heck
It’s only just
Across the deck

The rain has stopped
All righty then
I’ll empty it
And start again

 

 

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