the trash
truck arrives
at the crack of dawn.
the hard
clang of metal
and the grinding makes
you peek
out the blinds.
they're quick
about their business.
it's a job,
a paying job, but
home
and maybe love
is on their mind.
tired already
in the summer heat
of morning.
garbed in orange
overalls,
wordless
they push onward
leaving nothing, but
tossed cans
behind.
i've never seen the same
man twice.
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