Describing A Street

Asphalt.
An unweeded concrete garden
Sprouting cigarette butts, plastic straws.
Bees blitzkrieg the garbage bins,
Their renewable feast.
One of the wanna-bes in baggy pants,
Baseball cap misplaced six inches above his eyebrows,
Lobs a crushed Coke can -
Misses.
Shrugs it off as a joke,
While his friends hoot discouragement.
The bees will find it soon enough.
And the wanna-bes,
Fifteen years at the most -
Cotton wool moustaches,
Add cigarettes to the pile.
The garden,
Like all gardens,
Renews itself.


March, 1995
© Lela Kaunitz