HE SHOWS HIS GRANDDAUGHTER
THE COMPOST BINS ON SATURDAY
He had been out of garbology
since he left the mountain retreat village
that broke everything down. Now
that he was back into it
he remembered cardboard
counted as brown. He would
bring himself up to speed.
His own composting,
Put something together,
from Old French,
make plant manure, he tells her,
and she looks at him
to show she didn’t understand.
Plant shit, he says,
and she smiles.
It’s kind of a honey bucket.
You brought this pizza
in a cardboard carton.
Wet it in the sink and it’s soft
enough to tear in 20 minutes.
It goes into the compost
tomorrow on top of the grass.
This makes our planet younger.
Cardboard counts as brown.
Jim Bodeen
12 October 2024
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