This is a random poem I wrote about trash a while back:
a newspaper lays folded under a
already read; useless.
soon it is tossed into an overflowing
where it sits on top
waiting to be taken away.
the paper flutters away.
a homeless man stirs at the sound of rustling paper
to his right
a newspaper lays open.
perfect cover for a hole in a cardboard roof.
now becomes another man’s