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 .
