Wednesday, October 5, 2016

Garbage Collector

I step outside into the warm sun,

A box of papers in my hands.

Strolling down the driveway,

The garbage collector greets me.

He takes the large box from my hands,

I thank him.

Strolling back up the driveway I think,

"Some days are like this,

We get just what we need,

When we pause to realize it."