STILL
AROUND
Potato peels sticking to the inside of a big blue
plastic garbage can. The rest of the potato is
gone. It had made the cut. It was mashed -
with some milk - and then big spooned into a solid white porcelain bowl and placed next
to the pot roast on the big white table cloth - along with everything that made up a great
big delicious Sunday evening family dinner.
gone. It had made the cut. It was mashed -
with some milk - and then big spooned into a solid white porcelain bowl and placed next
to the pot roast on the big white table cloth - along with everything that made up a great
big delicious Sunday evening family dinner.
Back to the potato peels sticking to the
inside of that big blue plastic garbage can.
There they stayed for 3 more days. The next
time they slid out of the can and into the garbage truck - and then headed to the garbage dump.
time they slid out of the can and into the garbage truck - and then headed to the garbage dump.
Those peels are still there in the dump -
two years now - dried up, rained on, covered over, still existing, still lasting. The mashed
potatoes. They were delicious - but soon forgotten by 6:30 PM that Sunday eve.
As it stands - if I had a choice - I’d want to be
a potato peel - still wondering what my future is -
what will happen before I disappear into this land
fill or _____________________________?
At least I’m still around after all these years.
At least I’m still around after all these years.
© Andy Costello, Reflections 2016
1 comment:
Beautiful.
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