Dented Cans
Lowly, faded, dented cans
discarded and unseen
where you have been and gone
what journeys in your dreams?
You’ve sat upon the shelves
of dingy discount stores
imperfect cans that feed
the hungry, downcast poor.
Then whisked you into bins
in piles that climbed so high
to eagerly be found
and recycled for some dimes.
There is a place for dented cans
a humble way they give
some see them as a heap of trash
for others, essential to live.
Written on 1/3/2018
Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2018
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