The roofer tossed the plastic water bottle off the the roof and onto the grass.

Trash.

A product designed at every step to destroy the very element it contained.

I have vowed not to sip from this hypocrisy that I find strewn across my yard.

Watching the falling flask

The little white dog dashed in, jumped and scored!

Rolling on her back, prize in her paws,

the cracking sound of her teeth scrunching the plastic , the wagging of her tail,

She was filled with Joy!

Toy.

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One person’s trash is another’s treasure

May not be actually true,

But perhaps it can be momentarily true.

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And we both had fun playing with the trash,

Before putting them in the recycling bins.