The Recycler Next Door

In the tall grass are a dozen or so

picture tubes that have no value

as junk, so he lines them up carefully

on the boundary land between us.

The chassis, cabinet, and TV guts

he has long ago stripped and sold on,

but these gourd-like tubes, shaped

like over sized Hershey kisses, seem

more like produce he has gathered in

than things he means to thrown away.

Beauty hides in plain sight and I wonder

how many hours or decades humans

watched the now down-turned, flat faces

in the grass unaware of the beautiful shape

that would appear only after their set’s total

destruction.

FG 8 August 2013

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