#162 baggage and trash

i still sleep on the left side, habit

stretch

trust is slow

and might never return to its former glory

rumble of the approaching garbage truck rushes me

everyone knew

i'm in time, at the curb

sky one hundred percent blue

the only sign of rain-

everything is wet

must've rained an hour before i awoke

sometimes we see a thing happened

only after it is done

standing, i watch the man empty my metal bin

then his truck drives drives, ten yards

and the scene replays

again

and again