i heard the sounds of train-carts exploding
& looked outside to see a drunk troubled man collecting the remnants of a garbage can which was now destroyed
& wedged in between his melting truck, and the dead oak tree.
as he frantically collected his things, i ran inside, got my shoes
only to return to police vehicles and ambulances, with the man no where to be found.
the gas and the oil stained our driveway,
while the police men talked about how they wish they could own a truck
which was just as magnificent.
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