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Bio

~Bio-recycling biography

about nothing, really

 

Green Bin outside

the front door

yawning occasionally,

patiently waiting

for Friday;

 

big

Bio-recycling day.

City

of

Toronto,

metropolitan bio-by-law.

 

Green Boxes

of the neighbourhood

standing

like soldiers

on the sidewalks

of the metropolis

expecting professionals

to empty their insides.

 

Bones

cooked for hours

to make the best

chicken noodle soup,

the remedy for every ill.

 

Rotting remnants

of family banquettes,

over the whole week,

potato peels for the best

potato salad,

secret grandmother's recipe.

 

Egg-shell colour

colours the interior decorator;

last tomato of the season.

 

Pity,

spaghettini,

spaghetti

sauce

dreams.

 

Coffee grinds.

Stainless steel

espresso machine

sighs

******** fireworks

remembering

the coffee grinder.

 

Tangerine, orange peel

freshly peeled

still pines for Florida.

 

Stop yawning, Green Bin,

tomorrow

is Friday.

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Written by
milushka
Published
Oct 14, 2010
Lines·Words
53·125
Notes

~This is not my Poem; this belongs to me Lamushkia; (Milushka) who is no longer with us.

Check out her other poems in her collection here.

She deserves to be remembered.

~Anna

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Prior Reviews:

Bathsheba   Sep 30

I got a letter yesterday from the council stating that they are going to introduce The Green Bin in our area ..... Aghhhhhhhhhhhhh

Enjoyed this write and will check out her other work -:)

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