No Trash
No Trash
6/11/2018
Tom
Only my eavesdropping ear,
Detects the audition of the winds silent whisper,
This temporary phenomenon will soon be filled,
With the sounds of a three dog town awakening;
(IE) the garbage truck and boom boxes at five o’clock
From businesses that has invaded my neighborhood;
This silent whispering wind often shows its anger
By populating my yard with Cardboard boxes!
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