The second
time we walked
Across the street a truck
Was coming up and lifting
Bins to empty of their rubbish:
The green ones, the brown ones
The black; the one coming
Was here for the brown
These had natural refuse I knew
The leaves, the branches, grass
And we stopped, saw it grab
On, saw it pull, saw it dump
Then pass, leaving us to cross
Our second time in anticipation
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