Dumpster Diver

 

I hear you every morning

tinkling and clanking in the dumpster.

My 7:30 wake up call.

Have you been out all night?

Are we the last stop on your route?

Or are we  your first stop

at the beginning of your day?

 

I hear the rain falling

and the seagulls squawking

waiting their turn and

I’m grateful for my own, warm bed.

I have never seen your face .

 


 

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