One man’s trash, another’s treasure.
One man’s trash is another’s treasure. Near my home is a public trash bin. Twice today, I passed by and peeked inside.
This morning, twigs. Kindling. Necessity.
This afternoon, cardboard. Tossed aside. Unwanted. I wanted it so, so much. I brought home my treasure and later I will make fire in my stove. Puzzle and I will rejoice with our fire.
And so, it is with our people we toss aside. Tossed aside and unwanted by American society. Yet here, I am treasured. Finders keepers losers weepers, as they say.
Uruguay is approaching winter. I am welcome here. Found treasure from America’s Trash.
Tonight, fire. Warmth. Treasured, in my new home.