Tin Can

February 16, 2015 § Leave a comment

A tin can rattles

Across the tram floor

Spinning the red can

Rolls towards a tram door

Curving across walkways

Clattering along

It gets caught between seats

So it sits and it waits

For the momentum to pick

Up again and take it

Back towards an aisle

And then, perhaps, to freedom

In the meantime he intermittently

Spins, rattles and rolls

In time with the heaving

The ding ding ding ding

Thinking

Poor little tin can

Trapped red in a seat section

On the number 19 tram

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