ODE TO PIKADON
Annoyed was I on my daily rounds
By XL cans upon the ground.
But then one day, the light did dawn.
My kibbutznik grandson discovered Pikadon!
No longer curse I those careless pitchers
Who now, with each toss, make an 8-year-old richer.
My heart is full, the hillsides greener!
So what if I look like a roadside cleaner?
Broadly I beam while on my bike I stash
Erstwhile litter that will soon be cash
And ponder Lenin’s loss of yet another son
To Capitalism’s fair accomplice, canny Pikadon.
— Susanna Brandon, 2015