"The Love of Garbage"...will you walk by, leaving a comment on this poem?


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gull triumphs yellow-gold eye against winds.
gives me leave fly.
shouldn't, cannot, not. windy, cold.
wear crest of feathers, yet not fly.
earthbound, still.
muddy earthen things of no value. odd.
before dawn threw much-loved bathrobe away.
worn when times fat, heavy promise.
cannot, should not, not wear again.
garbage bulged value.
yet, gull wishes me fly morning.
must chance flight, seeing earth become small.

small garbage,
once
loved.


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. gull triumphs yellow-gold eye against winds. gives me leave fly. shouldn't, cannot, not. windy, cold. wear crest of feathers, yet not fly. earthbound, still. muddy earthen things of no value. odd. before dawn threw much-loved bathrobe...


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