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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