Bells and whistles

Early morning,trash van walks on
Followed by a woman’s note book.

An old poet walks by who thinks
No end of a good old poet’s nose.

Old nose empathises with woman
Who accompanies the notebook

There are trash men out to get at
Old poet’s early yearning poetry.

Trash smells bad at end of noses.
Poet who walks by asks not why

But for whom the trash bell tolls-
For old poet and for early poems.

Old poet can’t whistle his breeze
As he makes noses at trash vans.


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