we two valleys, one hundred miles apart-

ten times a day it happens
a little old lady across the way, drunk
slinks out to the trashcan
with a sack full of beer bottles, whiskey bottles
and stumbles a bit when she tosses it in
then goes back inside smiling at the ground she walks on.

2004-07-02 | 4:45 p.m.
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