I paused my walk and watched every act of the garbage truck as it picked up trash. The experience provided so much pleasure as I walked in place. Previously unknown fact about me: I loathe having even the smallest bit of trash in the house and take said garbage out to the garage bin more often than the household requires. Previously (mostly) unknown fact about my husband: he thinks I'm cracked for this and other reasons. But at least this predilection is benign. The non-benign stuff is saved for poems.
Philosophy
A truck takes
away my
garbage--
the implication is
what's left
behind
is precious. I'll
take it--
look
at what our
world has
become.
At home, all
dogs and
cats
know they are
allowed to
sleep
on our bed.
They radiate
warmth.
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