Fast food packaging
Hits
the ground
As
a car passes
Paper
cups dance
In
the artificial breeze
As
a lorry passes
In
the shrubbery
Tin
cans and wrappers lie
As
a pedestrian passes
Tickets,
receipts, cartons
Bottles,
tins and old refrigerators
Each
successive piece surpasses
But
nature will overcome
Our
laziness and contempt
When
our tenancy passes
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