It’s Wednesday which is garbage day eve
and I’m planning what I’m going to heave.
It was once more spontaneous
with all miscellaneous.
Now each item is separately placed
in containers “recycled” and ” yard waste”.
There’s hazardous too,
loose paint and hard glue,
our old meds and tonics,
and broken electronics.
This sorting of all my debris
is taking its toll on me.
A task that just stumps.
I feel so down in the dumps.
Imagine That 