Trash Night
Passed sundown, but not quite night.
Heat, humidity still fill
the air. I tote trash outside,
collect recycling, move bins
to curb. My hair kinks with sweat.
Lone firefly shadows me, brings
light and joy to humdrum task.
Passed sundown, but not quite night.
Heat, humidity still fill
the air. I tote trash outside,
collect recycling, move bins
to curb. My hair kinks with sweat.
Lone firefly shadows me, brings
light and joy to humdrum task.
GG, I have so enjoyed reading your poems this month.
Thanks, Karen. I’ve enjoyed reading yours, too.