
Smaller garbage bins,
fewer landfills in our towns;
wishful thought, perhaps.

Smaller garbage bins,
fewer landfills in our towns;
wishful thought, perhaps.

A tree in my way
I wondered swerving around;
my way was in its.

Windiest city:
clouds sweeping to fare me well,
dog chases the car.

Alone, two large weeds
leaning into each other—
on top of the world.