Surreptitiously, I peer
out the window
hoping the trash collector
picks up those broken
windows and the old
screens
and maybe even the
nail-studded frames
that I snuck out
among the other detritus
of a life here
along the front range
dishes cracked and
scarred cups with
no handles
an old broomstick
that could be useful
I suppose
some day
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