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GARBAGE CANS
I watch my neighbors next door, the Mr. & Mrs. at
war. He lost his arm back in Nam & they both drink like
fish.They used to swap fluids at night, but now all
they swap is a 911 fight.
Fading plastic garbage cans, waiting for the garbage
man. To all the junk I’m waving goodbye. Fading
plastic garbage cans, full of things that lost their
relevance, I wonder if there’s treasure inside?
The flies have made friends on the curb, just like
their buddy dead bird. Cancel the picnic the love nest
if swarming with bees. Their yelling is at razors edge,
then suddenly silence the lights have gone dead.
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For days it’s been quiet, I only see Mr. Neighbor.
And garbage day’s here now, I wonder where the
Mrs. could be?
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