Rubbish Day

The ripped bags and over-turned boxes Were, I assumed, caused by the foxes. The rubbish strewn all over the street Was them foraging for something to eat. But one day I saw her, oblivious to me- The old lady stooped in the debris. Carefully through it she did sort For clothes to wear, that others had bought. What Chelsea people throw out the door Is good enough to clothe the Poor.