I prefer

to take out the trash

when it's dark.

The dumpster

is adjacent

to a ghost town

playground.

I like to take

my time.

 

After I hoist

my bag

& swing it in

& scatter the

swarming flies,

I stand in the middle

of the rotting food stink

& lift my face to the sky.

 

I am moved

so crashingly!

The midnight clouds pass

& shine silvery.

I can't imagine

where else

I'd long to be.

 

I stand

beside this dumpster

betweeen

an asphalt gravel shore

& a dry old mulchy sea

& I'm in love!

I'm in love!

I am everywhere

& free.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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