I watched them pack sunflowers
I watched them pack autumn leaves
I watched them pack orange berries
amidst stems and wreaths

I watched them count
I watched them punch it in
I watched them count
I watched them pack

it in…

to oversize black garbage bags,

Autumns last breeze.

It will not compost
As it is mostly plastic

Nor be loved
or be seen for a million years
lest humans dig it up
in search of yesteryear.

^{I see things everyday not unlike you.
I do things everyday not unlike you.
Some of these things deeply concern me.}
At 80% off they didn’t sell

and

I moved Christmas into it’s place.

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