Dumping Ground

Here I sit, staring at what once was

a perfect garden, lush flowers

blooming alongside the flowing

greenery in the bright

light of the sun in springtime. What

used to be a gleaming paradise has

become a deserted wasteland. As

you landfill me with your previously

unsaid thoughts, you cover our haven with

heaping piles of empty cans

and apple cores. You take everything that was here

and thriving

and beautiful,

and you bury it without a

second thought until cardboard boxes and

plastic bags are all that I see in

front of me.

And yet, I sit here staring at something that was

once so perfect, trying to find a way to restore

our green.