
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.

She waits for her life:
for the chairs to be sat on;
music to begin.