Two Water Cage Pushers

first_imgI was descending the Capitol Hill todayMany cars were passing up and downEach about his or her Tuesday businessLike a freshly opened yellow rose petalNature dictates my glow like the wild fieldsSuddenly they manually dragged and pushedA metal wrought cage with dirty water jerry cansMaybe a dozen plus five gallons of life’s juiciestTwo Water Cage Pushers…….The guys not properly men were scantily dressedIn dropping jeans as expected with bare loud chestsOne in the back the other up before the metals dangerTry to transport gallons of utility water for daily useWith all the strength in their frail frames they tuggedThere not so far from my labored breathing nostrilFiltered by the motion of scented clean circular airOn the brakes impress to give them a day of successTwo Water Cage Pushers…….Slow as if stuck to the ground they ruggedly crawl byThreat to spill over if their caps were not tightly onStruggling no to be sold to the end users who waitedJust for the filthily gallons to reach near their doorsNo thought of what germs it held the users rushed on byRelief that water was home to make some sweet foodAfter the whole day of washing linen in the houseTwo Water Cage Pushers…….Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)last_img

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