as a little boy
i watched from the window
the truck rolled in with a rumble
the sound of a laboring giant
my heart raced with joy
as they hoisted our tin cans
i imagined treasures hidden
beneath the scraps of our lives
the world was a mystery
in those moments i dreamed
of finding lost coins
a forgotten toy or two
the garbage man was magic
turning rubbish into wonder
with every dozen steps he took
i yearned to be him
to touch the things
the world discarded
and learn their secrets
for even the unwanted holds
stories unseen in plain view
the beauty of a job
i admired the humble
for there is art in the chaos