Trash Day
weighted with damp grass and leaves
scraping the ground with a shuffling rhythm
avoiding the flies
To the curb in the fog of wakefulness
its bulging cracks soon to give way
plaintively aging from can to cannot
before the truck
Welcome to Armand Poetry. The poems (and other words) here are composed for my own thought and amusement. Comment and discussion are welcome. -Amore, Armand-