Postcard Poetry: Day 5

Translation:
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With an arm full of empty beer cans

I take out the recycling to find
new graffiti on the side of
my building. A tall man
painted bright green is saying
something -- I look at his speech
bubble but the writing is too
curly and warped. I wonder
about the artist that wandered
down our alley. Did he find
other treasures? A broken down
Canadian Mist box, a discarded
McCafe cup, shiny wooden shelves
with no home? I think the green
man is saying "Wake up!" /
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jb