While Thinking No One Sees

There he is
emptying his trash
in the dumpster,
remnants of his
insecurities
and addictions,
recyclables,
yard "waste,"
barrel upon barrel of
tin and plastic,
wood and paper.
The plastic will stay.
The wind in his hair,
and the dusty, trustless
ways of this
ignorant
society,
with its dumpsters
and its tricksters,
and all of the by-products
of a lack of
love.