Man On a Wire
Sept 12 2023
Empty boxes
pile up in the shed
like dust balls and debt.
A jumble of cardboard
in various shades of brown
that could be a work of art;
a cubist painting
or conceptual sculpture,
an architect's fever dream.
Or, as an engineer would call it
“kraft paper
in corrugated fibreboard”.
And the many items
I have purchased
that either disappointed
or broke
and have already been disposed of.
But the boxes remain.
Not as art
but stern admonishment
for failing to recycle
reuse
reduce.
A silent testament
to heedless consumption.
The mountain grows larger.
I look away
from its accusing eye
and toss another on top,
teetering there
like a tightrope walker
before the fall.
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