Pick-up
Byron Hoot

I wish I had something like a garbage
truck route for my life where week
by week I bag the garbage, put it in
a garbage can, walk it the end of a
driveway and see the truck take it
away.  All the trash taken from my
life.  I wouldn’t mind if I missed a
week or two knowing the truck is
coming around and what I’ve thrown
away can be taken away, put in
some landfill of eternity.   I’d pay a
lot for a service like that to take away
the trash of my life. Today is Tuesday,
the lid is open, the bags gone,
the process begins again. 
I wait for that other garbage
truck arriving – even once every two
weeks would be just fine – just let
me know who to write the check to.