The deep roar of heavy wheels breaks through
My pleasant perusals and poetic musings.
Recalling an alert ignored in evening rain and repose,
A fresh alarm jars me to early-morning action.
I skitter throughout the house gathering,
Open the door, scramble bare feet on concrete,
Nose slapped by nauseating stench as I empty the porch can
And thud it into a behemoth red belly.
Toes licked by tickling tongues of wet grass,
I hurry to the road towing an awkward load,
Then awaken the dog’s loud disapproval
By shouting my winded gratitude to the sanitation worker I barely outran.
“Nose slapped by nauseating stench” is completely visceral and real. Great sounds, fun poem!
Thanks, Bernie! Made me realize that whole “Keep a bag underneath to replace the one you’re taking out.” idea may not be the best for the poop can during the heat of summer. *retch*
The music of this poem is working on so many levels! My fave: “Toes licked by tickling tongues of wet grass”
This is a sketch of a typical scene that you’ve brought to life with your details. Toes licked by tickling tongues of wet grass is particularly musical!
Thanks, Maggie and Linda! 🙂