There needs to be
A universal
Dumpster,
A giant mouth
Swallowing
The rubbish of our
Existence

The gray in our days,
The dirt from the white shirt
That freshly ironed
Mornings wear

So, the illusions we neatly
Fold
And the hope we file in
Alphabetized folders
For easy access on
Dreary afternoons
Can light up the
Evening sky
And renew the face
Of our Earth