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Ms. Trash Collector
And though most of this sheet
Has been ripped out.
I'm still scribbling your name
In the margins.
But I'm still littering this page
With my garbage.
So Ms. Collector,
Would you please come out
And cleanse this city sector
Like you always do?
Would you please come out
And show me
That my trashy blurbs
Still have a home in you?
For, though they're tried and aged like last night's dinner
They're still so lone and true.
And I'd sooner have you scoop them up
Before the wind just blows em 'round
And shoots 'em up
Away into the sky so blue
And from your vision...
So Ms. Collector,
Could you, maybe, please
Convice the mayor-types
That even these slums need your services
If they're to suffer right.
Oh Ms. Collector,
How you once would run across
My avenues
And street connectors
During that lovely route...
We had fashioned little pick ups
At a certain date and time
And all those little things
Like how I hiccuped
Right before I handed you my rhymes
All wrapped in plastic.
Ready to be processed
And you waved goodbye
Promising to pass by
Again
At a later time.
But alas, they've taken you
Off your route.
And now the bags stack up around my porch.
As I hope
To see your warming face again one day.
And "Nice to see you back, my Ms. Collector"
I will say...
