The empty water bottle glows
beneath the morning sun
calling out the hands whence
it ‘accidentally’ slipped when
its usefulness was gone.
Should it be happy
that it is not alone
that it joins the ranks of the forgotten
flooding the earth
I am writing about one of my pet peeves – empty water bottles, soda cans, and coffee cups, and all sorts of things that people leave behind in the woods, parks, everywhere. It is quite irritating to see crushed soda cans hiding beneath a forest undergrowth.
Closer to home, passers-by would casually stick their empty containers on the bushes that front our yard. How hard is it to carry their empties until they get to the nearest trash can to dispose of their refuse properly?
Poem written for DVERSE’s Quadrille prompt – sun.