Tom Arnone Poet Quatrain

Number 15

Number 15 rumbles a regular route,
Whining about the dew-drop hours.
A friend used to hang on and shout,
"Top-of-the-line!" Sucking fruit sours.

Underrated, invaluable, civil necessity.
Removing debris for the wasteful Whos.
Salting and plowing the frozen density.
Protection from plagues of pesty refuse.

Garbage to be his last embrace.
Toxic weight on asthma lungs,
While indulging a smokey taste.
I say, "Shoot it all into the sun!"

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Paul Callus July 30, 2016 at 5:26 PM I enjoyed this unique take on the 'garbage' theme, especially the end line, Tom. I see that this is a winning entry, so I send congratulations your way! Regards // paul Tom Arnone July 31, 2016 at 8:05 AM Thank, Paul. Sanitation is a difficult human dilemma. :-)

Miltos Gitas July 29, 2016 at 4:08 AM Congrats! Clever and deep poem... Tom Arnone July 29, 2016 at 8:51 AM Thank you, Miltos.

Winged Warrior July 23, 2016 at 8:19 AM Congrats! my friend on win...god bless...^WW^ Tom Arnone July 23, 2016 at 9:10 AM Thank you, W. W. :-)

Sara Kendrick July 22, 2016 at 8:52 AM An interesting work..Reads like a winner to me..Way to go..Thanks for the visit to my blog..Sara

Andrea Dietrich July 17, 2016 at 8:50 PM Great last line for this one. Nice one for that number 15. Tom Arnone July 17, 2016 at 10:22 PM If only it could be done! ;-)