With a sense of resignation
I stared down the piles
Of rain-lodged dog shit
Decomposing on my lawn
I stopped for a second
To admire the beauty
Of their untouchable nature
Fighting for motivational strength
To do the inevitable scoop
Moths and flies
Gathering incessantly
As the lights and scents
Linger overhead
I watch them relent
Knowing I won’t kill them
Or do anything
If they are still around
Next time I exit the back door
It’s a rainy day in Bumdoora!
I wipe the wet from my shoes
And apathetically observe
How equally turd-infested
The ground still looks
I fix a tarp over the back porch
So I can leave my dog outside
As he refuses to sleep in the garage
And to appease the agent
Of potential legal disputes
Yes it’s been an unproductive day
Full of distracting chores
And filthy images
Another bumming day in Bundoora!