Trash.

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This is a random poem I wrote about trash a while back:

a newspaper lays folded under a

man’s

a

r

m.

already read; useless.

trash.

soon it is tossed into an overflowing

c

a

n

where it sits on top

waiting to be taken away.

but

the wind

b

…..l

…….o

…..w

…s

;

the paper flutters away.

trash.

a homeless man stirs at the sound of rustling paper

to his right

a newspaper lays open.

perfect cover for a hole in a cardboard roof.

one man’s

“trash”

now becomes another man’s

treasure.

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