Pause for poetry:
Michael Hawkes /16

In Our Lane

A poem by Michael Hawkes

I saw a sack of teddy bears

Tossed into a garbage truck

Out back in the lane.

One day I saw four fine fur coats,

[sheer outta’ luck]

Forsaken in the rain;

Hung on a fence like penitents

Overcome with shame.

And then six pairs of high heeled boots

Scattered there like fallen fruits

Out back in the lane.

With papers, boxes, compost bins,

That line the lane like venial sins,

Piles of our rejected things

Just chucked out in the lane.

The trash collector’s monster truck

Rescues us from all our muck

Redeems us from our wasteful ways;

So thank the mayor for “garbage days’’

That take away the pain.

14/10/20 – Hawkes

Feature image: Andrew Burlone

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[/col][col size=”10″]Michael Hawkes was a cherished poet and contributor whose work enriched the pages of WestmountMag.ca with its sensitivity and depth. Over the years, he entrusted us with a rich body of poems, of which only a portion has yet been published. His passing leaves a profound void, but the poems still to come will continue inspire all who were moved by his voice.[/col][/row]