Dustman

He comes on his rounds every morning.
Shoeless.

Clueless.

Merrily swinging in through the gate.
Charging up the stairs.
Punching the call-bell.
Bring out the garbage.

Eighteen
Handsome
Illiterate, well- almost

Picking up teh garbage
Working with an NGO
A thousand bucks a month.

But what of the future?
when it comes, it comes
Sunshine
and rain
I'm healthy, that's all, he says....




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