plastic ghosts of drinks long drunk,
cardboard memories of fast-food feasts,
packaged to go for the car-borne.
Carefree, they cast their cans
for others, less carefree, to carry.
I curse their castaway ease -
may their dross return in dreams
and wrap them in tendrils of plastic,
bitter blossom on so many hedges.
May they all be reborn as cleaners,
pittance-paid for the shit-work.
May their cars be recycled as cycles,
and their legs be blessed as they ride.
This looks like more purposeful dumping of rubbish...pic taken at end of Feb.
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