I not tell you where my furniture comes from?
You know the side of the road is
cheaper than Goodwill or
the Salvation Army.
Amazingly these children have forgotten that I will
stop on the side of the road to pick
up something useful, that just needs
a new home, some love, a new tire.
As a sculptor, its what I do.
I’m not a scrapper,
but flowers come from
on the side
of the road.
Dumpster diving with children and
without a dumpster is interesting.
Pride, embarrassment, shame
“What if a car comes along behind us?”
“Child, they will go around.”
“Hush, it will be fine.”
Some perfectly good furniture gets put on the side of the road
It just needs some cleaning and a good home.
I’m a good home.