Cheatin' At Solitaire

I like to look out the train window
at all the garbage along side the tracks.

There are always tires, so many ties,
and shopping carts, lots of beer cans,
but sometimes there is an old Santa decoration,
a dead animal, a discarded toilet,
old signs, aluminum siding, pipes of all sizes,
abandoned apiaries, downed fences,
tables, chairs, tiles,
loads of boxes of varying materials,
and one day a dead body. 

Out of sight, out of mind,
but littered with stories, I'm sure.