wedding pictures

i adopted highway
sixty-one the other
day and now i patrol
the median and off
ramps, the emergency
pull off lane, picking
up trash wearing my
plastic gloves. perhaps
you've seen me out
there in my orange
overalls and my nail
stick. it's not an
easy job, dodging cars
and trucks, avoiding
the still wiggling road
kill. but what the hell
is wrong with you
people throwing
trash out your windows?
beer cans and underwear
are everywhere. who
are you people running
around without under
wear and how did you
get them off while
driving in a car. i
don't want to know.
but stop it. and stop
with the bags,
the cigarette butts,
gum wrappers, bottles,
the books and magazines,
the sad and used debris
of your day. wedding
pictures? really? okay,
i can understand that.