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Garbage Day
AJ Saur

Every Tuesday morning
the same storm forms
on the horizon of this
neighborhood. Soft thunder
on Sycamore. A rumbling
on Cherry. Clap after clap
across Locust. It moves through
with intention, the heavy rain
of its tires touching corners
with earth-rattling force.
House by house
a lone arm of lightning
lightens a week’s worth of cares
with a single, efficient stroke.
Except, of course, on holidays
which have never known such
weather—burdens harbored
one day longer at the curb,
lids occasionally blown open
to bang the night
like Shamans in a drum circle,
calling forth the clouds.

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AJ Saur is the author of five books of poetry from Murmuration Press including, most recently, Of Bone and Pinion (2022).

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