Twelve - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

a woman in an early morning sweeping some trash

away from the house

a heap of garbage

thrown on the road for the garbage truck to pick it up...

whistles her way inside the house

locks the gates

enters the door

and opens all the windows of the house

meeting a brand new day

filled with warm sunshine

and cool air breathings

from the yard's green trees.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 16, 2009

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