The Daily Poem

TRASH DUTY

   I carried out the trash

Just like I’d done a thousand times before,

But there behind a bin I found a cache

   Of unused open doors.

   The one marked Reverie

I chose, and stepped across and through,

And there detached in boyish ecstasy

   I roamed the morning’s dew.

   Investment’s doorway called

To me, as if to say, “How much, kind sir?”

I gave him five, “But are you sure?” he stalled,

   “I will ten-fold confer.”

   Another door named Friend

I found, and with suspicion warily passed,

Unsure of who might be the one to end

   My woe, and would it last?

   I carried in the trash

Unlike I’d ever thought to do before,

And left behind that bin no hidden cache

   Of unused open doors.

~ D. Edgar Lamp (To A Waterfowl Stanza)