The unexpected finding: in the bin

I found it on a Friday
A day overflowing with sunshine
And garbage that is not-quite-garbage
The detritus of someone’s former life
When they’ve moved up a street
And no longer own
their crystal hugging, rainbow rugging
selves slumming it in Lower Street.

They’re happy now in the higher heights
Living lives we can’t comprehend
While we jostle and rootle like pigs
Looking for nutrition, for nuggets
In the spoils of yesterday’s must-haves.


(Actually, I love it, but it’s true that I found it in a bin/street shopping set up. The rest of the poem is for effect. I think this polished stone may be black lace agate.