Magpie}

pieces
fragments
bits of broken glass bottles lying on street corners
out of yesterday's trash I make my nest
broken bike wheels
forgotten party streamers
memories that have long since been forgotten
I make my nest from these
Out of dying flowers and dried up water
The things no one wanted are what I want to surround myself with
I guess it's because it gives me somewhere
where I fit in
surrounded by beautiful trash
which no one wanted
in spite of it's potential
the problem with our society
is that we throw out the puzzle piece that doesn't fit
instead of returning it to the puzzle that it rightly belongs with.