Technically, I am still waiting for them to arrive. Worries for them are mounting now but, in anticipation of their imminent appearance, here is another poem from today.
Lo! Can you hear that sound on the breeze?
It carries to us as it snakes through the trees.
They’re coming at last and will arrive soon
That company of men playing their regular tune.
The sighing of brakes, the rattling of tins,
and the breaking of glass. The music of the bins.