TRASH DAY
Two chubby gentlemen
sit by the curb
one dressed in green
one in blue
they are portly, yet affable
and have much to talk about
concerning their past week
the odd assortment
of things they collected
they await the coming
of the truck which will
give them chills and thrills
like tourists at Disneyland
they anticipate the ride
when they will be lifted by
that noisy mechanical arm
hoisted high into air
then turned upside down and shaken
like on a roller coaster
it's a joy ride
that too quickly ends
when they are deposited back at the curb
like woozy riders
they talk about the ride that was
each wild jerk and plunge
being back again on solid ground
they recall the exuberant experience
their roller wheels still wobbly
from the crazy ride.
jennifer Malden
Sat 8th Aug 2020 16:21
Hi DK. We're talking about rubbish bins, right? very clever personalizing them. Have missed (in both meanings) your stuff recently, will look for your poems more carefully in future. Always a good read. Jennifer