I missed the dump truck this morning.
Now, I am stuck, counting garbage bags
the neighbors hate to see torn open
by scavengers. I wonder should I
be sitting here, checking
your pictures on Facebook
or be ridding all this
trash? But your smile, new company,
longer hair, without me seated
anywhere close to you-
I can't keep on piling up all these
thoughts and keep missing the dump truck.
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