which further reminds me...
here's a post from a year ago that I never actually posted:
It was drizzling when I pulled up.
A white car drove slowly past;
the driver paid me no mind .
I stepped out of the car into the mist
and moved swiftly.
From the other side of the smoke colored glass,
I could hear the children cackling.
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Growing up in Chicago Heights,
we had a neighbor,
Leroy loved to roam the neighborhood on trash day
looking for treasures.
When he found one
he'd drag it home
and proudly declare it,
"Brand new, almost"
As we drove down the bumpy road
heading for home
Jeremiah threw back his head and laughed,
"That's the first time I ever saw you go dumpster diving!"
I'm thinking after Memorial Day we'll go again.
The kids want to help me next time.
(Tyler will be glad to go to work)
I never go junkin' that I don't remember Leroy
and when I brought these babies home
I said to no one in particular,
"Brand new. Almost."
Who knew such treasures could be found
in the dumpster
at the cemetery?
|lest there be any confusion - we found the flower, not the baby :-)|
You find any treasures in the trash lately??