there’s junk
fifteen feet up in the air—
i chuckle
Riding along in the passenger seat of the car, I glance out the window and 15 feet up in the air, trapped in the tangled brush, there’s a sign: GOT JUNK? I chuckle.
It made me think of trash day in the township when the wind is blowing hard and all the garbage cans and trash buckets are all lined up neat and tidy on the sidewalks quietly waiting their turn to be picked up and emptied as the dump truck rolls by, but then the wind begins to blow and it blows and blows and the trash is tumbling and flying ….everywhere.
Reminds me again, who’s in charge. Just when you think everything’s under control, the wind comes along and blows you away! I chuckle.
