writings on life

Trash Cans

Is that a thunderstorm outside – in late February?

I heard the rumbling

I’d seen the gray-blue clouds 

Let me bring my stuff inside, though, cuz I’m not ready 

At midnight I hear it outside my window 

Some days it’s after my neighbor gets home, though 

It’s every Wednesday night and Thursday morning 

Like clock work, storming

I finally peeked out the window to see 

Several neighbors rolling their trash cans out to the street 

But what about today?

It’s not Wednesday 

My neighbor’s cans were out across the way 

Big blue plastic, big camo-green plastic 

The rumbling sounds produced were drastic 

I was perplexed

Then something I didn’t expect: my neighbor’s wife rolled the trash cans in

She was eager

I winked and told her, “It’s okay, I don’t know what day it is, either”

Finally, the sun came out then

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