by A.M. Donovan

Old dreams discarded

By the roadside

Amongst old fast food wrappers

Beer bottles, and dead animals

Dreams

Broken by the world

A world in which

They couldn’t survive

Or abandoned, like a puppy

To ridicule and shame

Outgrown, outmoded, thrown away

Some will come back, briefly

Into vogue

Like patriotism, and faith

Or– lets whisper– God

Then we dig, frantically

Through the detritus of our lives

Trying to find

The newly realized treasure

A.M. Donovan is a writer, a folklorist (teaching classes part time at a local community college) and a very good cook.  The folklore does tend to show up in the writing.  “Garbage” originally appeared in the 2nd Annual Northwoods Anthology.