The streets glittering with trash illuminate the peoples smiles
Their feet mark the plastic bottles on the sidewalk
Friends laugh infant of the gas station scarred with tags and broken glass
The case driving past blow plastic bags into the path of a mother and son, smiling and talking into a store
The man with a grin lacking of teeth waves at us and gives us friendly heroes as we pick up cheat bags and old beer bottles
This poem is for the one who waves back
I really like the structure of your poem I like how you ended it.
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