Men in yellow hi-vis vests, they
know recycling, which container
for an armload of draft poems,
which one for your destiny.
A man’s throwing moisture curled
paper into a bin. I slip in a dozen
glossy magazines as a boy hurls
glass bottles in a metal container.
He spins and shatters each one
with a chaotic joy of destruction
that only a child can appreciate.
The noise of it leaves me bruised.
Written for K’s Petite Pen . Image Recycling Day by Toni Tiu ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #apoemaday on Twitter