a poem a day for a year #45

by Amy Turn Sharp


I cried in my mouth a little bit

thinking about all of the small hearts cut out of construction paper

in the last twenty-four hours

it is far too beautiful for this world

 

and the garbage collectors

the recycling gang

will pull round the streets of America

and the inside of the terrible truck

will be littered with hearts

stuck like glitter glue to the old food bits 

and the disposable diapers

all in the name of love

 

the second grade teacher in Wyoming

she stands at the end of her long driveway

holding her garbage sacks and her recycling

she lets go of all the valentines

they flutter down like leaves

red rain

into the bin

she can't believe how many people love her

but she is still alone