GRIZZLY PEAR

written snapshots

Blue plastic containers meandered down the hill.

The great Saturday wind swept our trash cans away.
(Fortunately they had already been emptied!)
I spent half an hour peeking into dislocated receptacles around the neighborhood.

No luck.

Sunday, our trash can showed up in a side yard around the corner.
It was paired with a second trash can with a blue lid.
(the spot had been occupied by a trash can with a black lid.)

Monday, I grabbed a recycling bin at the bottom of the hill.
It wasn’t ours, but the markings were unclear.
After two days, I guess its owners preferred our old recycling bin.

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sublime and enduring perseverance is needed
but any box will do the job