Stopping by a Trash Container on a Snowy Afternoon

Whose junk this is I think I know.

The workers are on lunch break, though;

they will not mind me stopping here

to shoot this junk piled up with snow.

My camera must think it queer

to stop without an easement near,

nor pile of bricks, nor glassy break

on this first snow day of the year.

I give my camera a shake.

The flash is on. There's some mistake.

The woman who's come out to sweep

regards me as an utter flake.

The truck pulls up and starts to beep,

but I have images to keep,

and much to upload ere I sleep,

and much to upload ere I sleep.