Trashpickers

Early morning men

converge in silent hangover

bent, strong-backed,  quick-pacing waste

picking trash from slots,

once prime openspace, now parking lots

pluck stars tar black into a hefty sack

pink wadded pastry, crumpled cups

as smiles pass speaking coffee

swizzles, siren swords and stoppers

I’m bird branched nearby ‘cross the way

I’m bits of string and twine, nesting yellow lines

rrrrresting fresh roast privilege

not much for being noticed on display… am I, are they

no flashy packaging

the dull life on a dusty shelf

needy speedy people coming going going going

gone to coming, going………swings the daybreak door

still, a few stay slowing

lingering-on for more with books and newsprint

with air devices, some with welcome eyes and latched on looks

here am I feeling the part of

doorstop scop

a student sipping life, and art, and people

watching untold stories, writing my own

tragedies and glories with/against the grain

sanely dissappearing behind a name and introduction

beneath the sands of time

hidden underfoot the sounds, the grit, the meanings

hoofed and tromped like threadworn tread and tires….

dead, and stiffed, the drift of hours…..

mis-under-standing

the trash lay

naked in the morning, waiting a reaching

a proper burial retrieval

5 gallon bucket yuck at,

combat

the trembling hand of judgement

mercy

blessedly recycling

a more Godly footprint

on the human heart

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About hrobertson2013

“Each man ( and mermaid) will be like a shelter from the wind and a refuge from the storm, like streams of water in the desert and the shadow of a great rock in a thirsty land”. Isa 32:2 NIV Warning: The author of this blog is not an ordinary individual. Even Mermaids need a rest from all that's real and grown up. Welcome to the wonder of blog. Come be audience to all that's wet and wild in her stories, poems and thoughts. Instructor by day, super hero by night, and mystical mermaid by summer. Whenever she has the fortune of diving into a pond, reservoir, or mountain waterfall, you'll find her there swimming, and singing songs of life.
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