the garbage men
in orange
jumpsuits swing
and step
off in a dancing
rhythmn from
can to can, each
bag swung with
a graceful arc
into the wide
open mouth of
the groaning truck.
they are silent
as they dance,
eyes dulled by
what they see,
and don't see,
by the day that
lies before them
and the next.
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