“Trash Bags”
In the stark cold,
Where no one is truly near,
Perhaps nobody,
Will hear.
I few hours to toss away,
These things that make me feel so sad.
I do not know what to say anyway.
To simply toss away what was my dad.
It feels so harsh,
It feels so reflectionless,
Yet here I am putting into trash,
Is he meant a memory,
With no reflection?
This, for me,
Has no background.
So, I am left with
trash bags,
And no place to stand.
Dg
Danny Gunter
10-19-20
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