There was a vine
A flowered vine
Growing on a fence
Poking out the cracks
Someone cut them down
Wrangled them together
And tossed them
In the trash next to mine
Days later
In the middle of the night
Our garbage cans contents
Were pulled out
And scattered next to the ally
Night owl me,
Brought another bag
Found the mess outside
And put the 'waste'
Back in its place
The lid says "NO YARD WASTE"
So I left the abused plant
Where it fell
On the cold concrete sidewalk
With no sleep to show for
The sun rises
The tangled, cut,
Unwanted fence ****
Lay there in the light
Smiling purple blooms
In all their glory
They told me to tell their story
True story