Your Side of the Street

Piles of garbage bags
ruptured across the road
a treacherous passage
remember, it is not your trash. 

You can call the cops
and complain to sanitation
then talk to your therapist
and fight the compulsion
to be enmeshed in their mess. 

Just clear the clutter 
on your side of the street
with a sweep of amends, 
a stream of forgiveness. 

As you lay dying
you don’t want to see
someone else’s chaos
pass before your eyes. 

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