Garbage Truck, Weirdest Ideas. |
Garbage Truck, Weirdest Ideas. |
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![]() You can call me Jon ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Duplicate Posts: 878 Joined: Mar 2004 Member No: 9,806 ![]() |
Today I was walking to school, and it was Wednesday, so, evidently, there was trash pickup all over the place. So I got this idea. To put such unorthodox beauty into words:
Today I was walking on the sidewalk On the way to school. When the garbage truck caught up with me. It constantly went along side of me. Stopping, letting me go ahead, catching up, stopping, and yet again. It kept staying with me. Like a hungry dog, hesitant about taking the food from a stranger. Moving, stopping, moving sporadically, but with order. Constructive chaos. When we reached the end of the block, It turned the corner. My eyes turned the corner too. What wonderful company. What unorthodoxy. Such beauty in the eyes of such audacity. |
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