One day in traffic, I looked out the window
And saw the strangest field
The grass was paper
With hubcap rocks
Plastic bottles dotted the field like flowers
One had yellow dew inside it
Plastic bags got caught on the wrapper logs
And I think I spotted my favorite bag of chips
But what was the strangest to me
Was the blue tent in the middle of the field
A man was standing near the tent
I never got a good look at him
For the scene moved once more
And out of my sight
As I go farther and farther
I couldn’t help but remember that strange field
And the grass
And Rocks
And the flowers
And the logs
And the tent
And the man
Alone in the detritus field
It made me feel
Sad