Garbage 55

Garbage day.

He was excited,

having anticipated this day

all week.

All that work

to clean things up.

Bulging black trash bags

overflowing the green plastic bin.

Would they notice

it was much heavier than normal?

After the mechanical arm

raised the can and

dumped its contents,

he sat back and

enjoyed the silence.

Alone.

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Black Sunday 160

Black clouds pushed the horizon
into a vortex
of color sucking blindness.
Joy became sadness.
Beauty shriveled
to hideousness.
Love fell deep into indifference.
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