Dustbin

Empty your soul into the bin 
and be collected by the men
bit by bit 
the sin sucked away 
with entrails, sodden paper, and glass.

Do not so easily discard 
your rubbish: store it, nurture it, for
in the Spring you could have 
the bright blossom of orange in your heart -

for all grows 
from sour to white, 
from crass to bliss, 
given time and right intention.

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