Early
morning bin day
I
will take a few hours
I
will sleep a most delicate sleep
while
the peace lily flowers
and
the orchid grows roots in the dark
I
will take a small rest
as
the incense goes out and the candle
is
drowned in its wax
and
the paintings sink back
into
the looming walls
I
will close my sleep-rubbed reddening eyes
I
will bury my head
and
bend my wrist all about the pillow
I
will try to relax
or
to block out the pain
as
the day begins its rise on another bin day
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