One's Trash is Another's Treasure

One's Trash is Another's Treasure

A Poem by Cindy Marietta

The older man walking the shoreline 

with his oversized jeans and torn shirt and bandana around his neck 

waved his metal detector in my direction and said, 

“I think I have finally found some gold!”


I forced a smile and looked away as he continued on his journey for some piece of treasure that I was not. 


If I was an object found in the sand 

I would not be some diamond ring or gold chain

that someone is looking for and that broke their heart to lose.


Instead I would be some old plastic water bottle that washed up onto shore,  

a reminder of waste and carelessness and torture and 

death. 

And when someone comes by, 
they just pass along and keep walking.

© 2017 Cindy Marietta


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