Night;

Silver semicircle-

Lending its personal glow

From the inky expanse

Overhead.

Narrow street corner;

A trash can

Meditates.

Metallic skin reflects

That silver smile.

A plastic bag

Peeks

From underneath the

Imperfectly placed cover.

Scattered around,

A few more lie,

Bursting with refuse,

Awaiting their chariot-

The garbage truck.

A slow step-

Nightly stillness scattered.

Unsteady gait;

Piercing voice;

Serenading incoherence.

A drunkard

With unwashed hair;

Tattered clothes;

One blue eye,

Accompanied by his companion-

That spasmodic delirium.

Those imaginative eyes

Step towards

A fallen plastic bag.

A treasure within-

A half eaten pizza slice.

Not refuse to him,

That refused piece.

Gentle arms caress that find

As he walks away with his delirium,

And his prize.

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Pretty Cold

After a Birthday Party

Evening