Home Improvement #2
This morning, local council dumped big bins.
"If we're quick," said Susan, "we may have time
to chuck the dryer out and all those tins
of procrastinated things we can find."
We box our sins and heave them with a clunk
as neighbours add plastic chairs and a stove,
once showroom proud - now appraised as junk
a soon-to-be buried treasure trove.
Scavengers arrive, scrutinize the purge.
With delving snouts, pull stuff out and mutter.
We, like frenzied ants feel a counter urge
to rid our shoddy home of clutter.
Quietly civilized for public eyes
the private wreckage of our suburban lives.
"If we're quick," said Susan, "we may have time
to chuck the dryer out and all those tins
of procrastinated things we can find."
We box our sins and heave them with a clunk
as neighbours add plastic chairs and a stove,
once showroom proud - now appraised as junk
a soon-to-be buried treasure trove.
Scavengers arrive, scrutinize the purge.
With delving snouts, pull stuff out and mutter.
We, like frenzied ants feel a counter urge
to rid our shoddy home of clutter.
Quietly civilized for public eyes
the private wreckage of our suburban lives.
[Sonnet from a collection by S.C.N. Pockley]
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