I left disappointed
From my room
And sauntered down
To the parking lot
With scraping steps
Against the pavement.
A lumb'ring roar
Lifted my eyes
And I saw
A garbage truck,
White and rusted,
Begin to do
Its early work
At 4:07
In the morning.
It had been
Seven minutes
Late that day.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
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