Garbage Maker

Broken wagon, bumping along.

Syrupy servant, slave to the throng.

Apple core, garbage maker.

Slide down the chute, sweet as paper.

Eleven angels, swept away.

Sunny anthem, better day.

Eggshell happy, loud triumphant.

Nothing sacred, nothing wanted.

Up the downspout, close the question,

Get’r done. Put on headset.

Leave a jury, make a note.

Rally flurry, dig a moat.

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Author: Gordon S. Bowman III

Writer, Visual Artist, Blogger

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