Home on the Detritus Field

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


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