I’m out, walking, giving thanks, praying for the day ahead.
She catches my eye! There she is, on the curb! Fair and blond.
What a beauty. I can’t believe it. I draw closer.
She is what she appears to be. Unblemished!
Solid, functional, like my boyhood bed frame.
I’ll rescue her, take her home to sleep with me.
I’ll dream dreams of days long past.
Every morning my youth will greet me
as I awake in her embrace.
I turn toward home. She’ll be comfortable and safe
lying in the back of my old station wagon,
a short ride to her new abode.
A moment or two I dally in the kitchen,
then head out to make her mine.
She is gone, crushed and broken. Her splinters
Mingle with the foulest of remains
in the innards of the trash truck.
Distracted, I let her die.
Distracted, I die.
Oh, Lord, when you bless,
give me focus to receive.
Give me the gift
of instant obedience
to make the most
of every moment
for the days are evil
And trash swallows beauty.