A TISSUE
A garbage man,
yeah, one of those guys
who pick up trash and toss it in the back
of a garbage truck picked up a tissue
that fell from a big blue plastic garbage can -
a tissue he was about to ignore and just
leave on the macadam street - but instead
he picked it up and pocketed it. After all,
isn’t this what garbage men do?
They pick up thrash.
A garbage man,
yeah, one of those guys
who pick up thrash found the
tissue in his pocket when
he got home and was about
to flush it down the toilet - but
instead - his imagination took
over and he wrote a poem
about 13 people who might
have tossed that tissue.
A garbage man,
yeah, one of those guys
who pick up thrash loved
to sit down at night and
write poetry - especially
about what he saw that day.
And he always liked
Wallace Stevens poem:
Thirteen Ways of Looking
at a Blackbird.
© Andy Costello, Reflections 2019
1 comment:
Fr. Andy,
It was great to see you this morning and your looking so well. It has been a privilege to know you and you will be missed. We will keep following your blog. Best wishes in your new assignment.
God Bless You.
John Poindexter
VADM, USN(ret)
john.poindexter@comcast.net
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