Posted in Musings and Reflections

Garbage Day Two

i am awakened in the early morning by the metal clanging of trash cans
it is that time again
the day when we put our refuse on the curb
with the sure knowledge that when we return home
the can will be empty

our garbage will have disappeared
a slight sweet smell in the air the only remnant of the garbage truck’s passing

within i find myself hoping for such a day
when the fetid stuff of broken dreams is swept up
put in a black plastic bag
and hauled away
to rot in some distant landfill
upon which a future subdivision will grow
feeding families
very different than
and perhaps
too much like
my own

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