The Municipality

has given him a shirt
with his name on it.
Such is the way
of municipalities

and now the named one
collects garbage,
a principal product
of municipalities

and how we later understand
them, all those shards
of historical pots
and cups give up

their ghosts of information.
Just now he drives his
garbage truck. On the rearview
mirror an ornament he found

when the curbside
trees were collected
catches the morning
light with its sway.

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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gajanan Mishra 25 June 2014

catching the morning light, good writing, I like it. please read my poems and comment.,

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