The wind blew

The garbage from

The next-door neighbor’s can

(That he always leaves open

Despite my annoyance)

 

Across the road

An old bed pillow

Randomly rests in the

Grass beside the parking lot

Soaking up the rain

 

Several paper plates

Are pressed up against a tree

With remnants of lasagna

Caked on and an empty pickle jar

Rolls noisily down the pavement

 

Pushed along with no

Apparent destination.

A pizza box sails by and

A greedy Beagle traps

A plastic bag of meat scraps

In its teeth

 

As he looks side to side

Making a beeline

To wherever he hides his stash

And an empty Oscar Mayer Bologna package

Spins by, skittering along the street

 

The wind blew

Over the potted plant on the front step

And rolled up the outdoor carpet on my porch

And tore the wind catcher off

The bottom of my wind chimes.

 

A cold front is coming through

Tossing out the warmth of yesterday

It gives and it takes

It takes and gives as

Spring is moving through

 

By Diane E. Dockum

Posted originally 2 years ago. Still true.