Saving things
Bottles and jars
Baskets and bins
Waste not want not
I hear the Protestant work ethic
In the ghostly voices of Catholic grandparents
Sounds almost like a Chinese ideogram
But they do not save things
Palaces are purged there, the bricks used
to build houses for a bourgeoning population
Slowed somewhat by the One Child Policy
Here we cannot admit
The urge to procreate
Can be destructive – go forth and multiply
or so the Bible Thumpers say
Ghosts of grandparents admonish me with another cliche
Idle hands are the Devil’s playground
So mine are busy all the time
Wiping and washing and rinsing
Sewing on buttons and taking up hems
Cutting up rags for makeup removers
Because the store bought ones sting
Placing them gently into
Bottles and jars
Baskets and bins
Lovely.
The gentle circle of your recycling poem makes me smile.
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