Rosie and Red wine

i see

a woman running

with a bag

of trash 

towards the dark open

mouth of

a garbage truck

as it rolls slowly

up the street.

she's in her

robe,

a pink fuzzy thing

with matching

pink slippers.

the bag is

full of wine bottles

that are

tumbling out.

she's yelling for the truck

to stop,

i yell out to her,

hey Rosie,

good morning, she waves

back, trying to close

her robe, 

but the truck doesn't

stop.