Trash

dumped in the wild,

barely hidden

at the foot of a tree

or along a lonely trail.

Broken plaster, plastic bags,

food wrappers,

cigarette packs, bottles,

all of it

scattered there,

so ugly in nature.

The real change was me.

For the first time in my life

I owned a house. Now

I live in my place.

And everything feels

like night and day.

Hand in hand,

night and silence roam the streets,

like lovers,

who exist only

when no one's looking.