
all stacked up curbside
like trash to be recycled
years of rain and sun

all stacked up curbside
like trash to be recycled
years of rain and sun

rumblings of thunder -
weekly garbage pickup and
jets above low clouds

every sunrise
another chance to give thanks
and begin anew

a face set like flint
going to death on a cross
Master and servant

goose looking at glass
waiting for his mirrored self
to come fly away