a white van stop across street
i saw a man with white coveralls
carrying box full of milk bottles
walking from house to house
while sun is still nesting quietly
i am on my way to work in hurry
i waited for him, him to move out
so i can get out of my driveway
it was a good five minutes to do
he waves at me; offer a free bottle
i refuse i'm leaving; i shouldn't have
third day, two bottles on my driveway
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