what a difference, compost!

Years gone by in another world,

with the wilderness no more than a feet away,

hugging our very homesteads,

letting slip rodents, vermin and mites,

and in return we would give chase,

knowing that there was a detente,

between humans and the wild,

which stipulated live and let live,

so the chase was as far as the line,

where our homestead touches the wild,

but most times both sides would go far beyond,

now, in our time as a group,

teenage or adulthood brimming,

with scarcity of consumables,

all fanciness done away with,

not austerity but pragmatism,

when a friend crunched a piece of paper,

that was cue, the next was a dump,

but now, in this other world,

this side of the latitudes,

it means sorting paper,

destined for the bin marked,

'compost.'

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