cardboard city

on my way back home from work at 11pm

I walk past by piles and piles and piles of cardboard on the curbside 

each shop leaving out abundances of cardboard like an offering

the wind has strewn bits and pieces of it on the road

each pile arranged in their own way

boxes of different colours and shapes and languages

expelled to the wayside 

the loud crashes of the glass bins collected by the 4am garbage trucks stir me from my sleep

i wake up a couple hours later

and on my morning jog, I notice that the impossible stacks of cardboard boxes from last night disappeared

i squeak in exhilaration

the cold water washes my sweat away

and I wade through my room

with a yelp and a sob

I wipe my tears away

and clean up all the cardboard

just to be ready if you ever decided to come visit again