Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Coming Clean

She surveys the rain-washed city
Through the bus window
The garbage trucks are out in force
To carry away the debris of lives
Spent in endless pursuit of things.

She surveys her life
And wishes that the rain could wash her clean.
She longs for a garbage truck
That could cart away the debris of a life
Spent in endless pursuit of people as things.

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