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"The misery of man appears like childish petulance, when we explore the steady and prodigal provision that has been made for his support and delight on this green ball which floats him through the heavens."
-Emerson

And then I was awoken
By the sweetest muffled sound!
It was Pasadena Public Works
Clearing a trash heap from the ground.

The hazard beeps played so bright
A melodious little tune
I could not help but appreciate
Nature's calling to her womb.

And so I woke
And went to watch
A giant tractor
Yellow and young

It's cab so clean
And in between
A man
No older than me.

And for a moment
With all my heart
I wished I were
Like him

Clearing away the wreckage
In an obscure ally
Which mostly doesn't matter.