"How to Make God Laugh"

Cigarette butts, styrofoam shreds,

 glass shards, plastic spoons, used condoms,

 human waste, plastic wrappers, torn paper, 

empty bottles, fast food trash, 

plastic bags, and hypodermic needles.

Trashy and trashed.

But now I'm hopeful.

There was one man I saw on the street, who motioned me over and told me he had some more trash. He looked disheveled. His clothes were old and worn. He called me "pretty lady." I took the trash and said, "Thank you."

We cleaned (some of) it up. We served. I'm so glad I went. I knew it was the right thing to do, again and again.

We saw other people on the street, too. There was another man, who was younger and thin. 

"Want to hear a joke?" he said too loudly. 

"Sure," we said. 

"How do you make God laugh?" He was missing several teeth, I think. We looked at each other and smiled and we didn't know.

"Tell him what your plans are for tomorrow."