Right now it is still freeboxes belching out soaked jeans
and musty baby jumpers, Frommers guide
to Italy bloated and wavy
When the sun proclaims itself
in August, I'd imagine, it is the garbage
that is the dazzling flag and bolting lettuce and for
a few weeks, we get to parade around our tits
frisbees, park books and kittens appear
Oh sunny paper napkin closed around
the orange-seeping bones of chicken wings
set on the power meter mounted to
the dumpster enclosure
near the eyebreaking collage of
festive color on the county elderly rec center
Looked like an old diaper
or a greasy flower peeling open
