TUESDAYS

Tuesdays keep coming
Around,
And though they aren’t
Unpleasant,
Come evening-
It’s t
ime
To put the garbage
Out-
Making sure 
its
green container
Does not overflow-
And
blue container holds

Cans,
The orange paper.

Nothing too hard-
Just a routine.

If I’m lucky I see
A neighbor-

All the trash in a line
Along the street.
You can tell a lot
about someone
by their trash-

My orange crate is
A boring lot of
Letters requesting
Money-
Ripped open and empty-

I hate Tuesdays because
I have to face my waste.

Some leftover
Food

Could feed a family.
My trash calls me
Guilty of waste.

Bluebird (Dec. ‘17) adds, “I can look at my day ahead from early morning lookouts, and at least try to meet deadlines, though at last minutes! Please look at my Facebook page for early morning poems and keep writing your own poems, too.”

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