Vegtable bucket
returning from the compost heap
it’s natural to look up
Canadian black poplar
roots breaking the pipe
from the septic tank
each leaf on its stem
waggling silver green
indifferent to any sense of time
how many ways to swing a bucket
symmetric swivel wrist
windmill centerfuge
egg shells don’t fall
wiggle waggle make a noise
rattling the handle
blue plastic bucket
underneath the sink
potato peel
broken egg shells
apple peel
carrot tops
I’ll empty the compost Mum
slowly the idle return
paving stones through vegetable garden
sour policeman’s home behind the fence
McCurry
someone shot at him
that’s a junipur berry
used for gin