Cardboard Mystery

So now the students share the bins with me.
They even pull them, early, to the curb.
I wrote – they sent sincere apology,
and I thought (prematurely) they could learn
(in spite of their hysteria at bees
they misidentified as hornet hordes).
But when I checked the bins’ capacity,
I found unflattened cartons to perturb,
in stubborn 3-dimensionality.

(Magic 9)

This entry was posted in Home, Neighborhood, Poetry and tagged . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s