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| Waste Pro collects our garbage in White City, and got an award recently for their nice-looking facility. |
they're heaving Hefty bags into the truck,
or other residential refuse such as what
we set out on the curb today: taped-together boxes, smashed flat, rotten padding and the carpet
that we pulled up with a vengeance.
I met the truck apologetically, a tip in
hand to smooth the way for this, and
Friday's filth, more waste than others
on our street, the whole street put together.
They were cheerful, even though they'd gotten
wet, and misty afternoon could turn to downpour
any moment, remembering the man who always spoke so well of them, and sad to hear he'd passed.
"It's our pleasure," one man said; the other
called me sweetie, which might've got
him lynched in other times. But this is now,
and we can talk and laugh and work together.
Everyone who has a job is grateful,
even if to others, it's just garbage. No one
should take these guys for granted, nor
any other job we might not choose ourselves
but wouldn't want to do without.
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2013
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