Thursday, November 19, 2009


A man was cleaning out
trash cans, I didn't catch his
name, or his face,
only his occupation,
as he turned a smaller can over
an empty cup missed
the large collection bin,
it clack clacked along the floor
the sound thin plastic makes on polished tile,
it rocked back and forth on infinite sides
at my feet as I passed by,
I did not stop to pick it up.

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