Found in the grass,
By the side of the path,
The disc trembling in Her jaw …
Oh what treasure is this?
I bent down and she pressed the new found prize
Into my hand –
more plastic trash,
Littered by the side of a
man made artery on the body of the mother already
Filled with capitalist cholesterol.
I shuddered as I accepted her gift.
Undaunted, she tilted her head,
I looked at the yogurt lid
Proudly proclaiming its organic contents,
Not a word about itself…
She barked again…
You want this back?
Her tailed wagged.
Gently I tossed it-
She leapt with joy
And caught the disk with a single bound.
Even as we struggle to heal,
We must find the joy of the moment.
And I threw the circle into the air
Again and again.
Reduce, reuse, recycle,