Yucky Garbage

On Franklin Street one sunny day
A little girl reaches down for something shiny in the gutter
And her dad tells her 
Don't pick that up       That's yucky garbage

The girl looks disappointed


Maybe several years from now
She'll gather all the shiny things that folks have thrown away
And make a sculpture from the glittering debris
And call it "Yucky Garbage Sculpture #1"
And she'll become a celebrated artist
And she'll thank her dad for what he said that day

Poetry by Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-07-09 at 10:55

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MetaPoetics The PoetBay support member heart!
I like how the poem jumps into a hypothetical future and shows the readers a glimpse of what's possible in contrast to the reality presented in the first stanza—nicely done!