Bruce Guernsey of Bethel has appeared twice before in the Take Heart column. Today he offers a group portrait of a family at the dump.
The Dump Pickers
By Bruce Guernsey
On Sundays
carting my trash to the dump
I’d see them swarming
the piles like gnats,
a whole family of pickers
straight from Mass:
Dad’s suit, white
as the noon sky, Junior
in a polka-dot tie –
in bright, patent leathers
his small, pale sister.
From the highest of piles
Mother shouted orders
through a paper cup,
the men hurrying under
her red, high heels,
dragging metal to the pickup,
the little girl giggling,
spinning on her toes
through the blowing paper
like a dancer, a little twist
of wind in the dust.
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