Reaching out

Cut down in its prime, and reaching out:
a wooden hand, without a doubt
belonging to a giant, who
surely knew a thing or two,
like when and why a litter lout
(who clearly didn't care about
messing up a piece of land
belonging to a giant's hand)
decided he, or maybe she,
would dump their can for all to see.

© Celia Warren 2018

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