Saturday, October 31, 2015

Bowling Alone in America

Our garbage cans meet for hours at a time,
at the bottom of our driveways,
they chat about the weather and about
the kids,
we, on the other hand, so rarely meet,
winter is too cold and summer too hot.

We've lived on our cul-de-sac for years,
two, three times a week, our garbage cans meet,
eye to eye, they inquire, admire,
observe a frown or a smile,
our garbage cans meet for long stretches of time,
alas, we so rarely.