The
junk
truck
is coming
I can HEar it
it is
coming.
The side doors are beat up and
the bed of the truck is full and the gleaming metal in the
avant garde stack looks like robot parts. The copper and the magnets
in the old refrigerators and washing machines will be traded...
perhaps the mattresses will be sold and the other things
melted or smelted--but for now they are a mountain
he is carrying. It is definitely epic. The frame of
the truck is bent yet it towers proudly up
like the first skyscraper
this rolling testament
that trash is treasure
he looks in dumpsters
and is patrolling
now he is not
just looking
for
wooden
pallets.
He keeps on.
I see
him time
and
time
again
usually
it is
the same
stuff
in the truck
but
I
hope he hits
pay
dirt.
He
is
go
ING
by
now
down
the
alley.
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T
h
e
ju
nktru
ckiscoming
Ican hear it andnowI
canseeit, coveredfromheadtotoe
withmetal and piecesof parts
andparts ofpieces
itstartsto pull
away and
I wond
erwhere
he will
go
he
is
g
o
i
n
g
.