It had just finished pouring when the Ryder Trucks arrived.
Kitchen middens of yore
Deep holes of buried trash
in the Yukon
The sweet smell of unadulterated
plastic, that will last for years,
wheels big as on a John Deere riding
mower
Proud to be an Upper Moreland resident
as the spotted lantern fly alights
on my front door. Some things
cannot be fixed. Yet.
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