Trash Day
It was the break of dawn
but dark, forlorn
Red lights, set aflight,
with yellow miscreants in the night–
alerted me
Miss! Miss! Your refuse plight!
I rose, a-frightened
The situate needed a-rightened
Arrayed in sleepwear, but without a care
I shot out of the bedroom and ran for the front door
This time! This week! I would not ignore!
Four score and four hours, twice enacted (Psst-168 hours)
Left my abode trash relief refracted
No! Not again! Herby Kirby would implode!
My home needed emptying—why kick the goad?
I grabbed wildly in the dark
Shod my feet with Mary Janes,
the velcro strap across my instep
not quite secured–
My toes gripped for protection a pied
Herbie’s handles were forced into my hand
I dragged the bulging monster behind me.
It protested with a raucous wail, cleaving to my dark driveway
I dove, I cajoled, pushed and pulled
till I arrived at the curb.
Meanwhile, the massive extractor vehicle had
already passed my section, but providence had it
that my cul de sac fracked address, albeit, is a dead end
Would the driver notice my unshackled body parts
when he returned? I crossed my arms over my chest
It may be said that though I stood in a protective pose,
in truth, my soul yearned for this trash salvation.
The truck slowed and in the blackness,
slightly amiss with safety lights,
a voice called out….(rather flatly)
“Ma’am, we’re Republic. You’re Bestway.”
And with that, it took off.
Tomorrow will be a new day, another one to
fight battle. The victory will be mine!