The Can Man
Furiously peddling the bicycle
The man is dwarfed
By the huge clear sack
On the bikes' back
Now swaying as it goes around the corner
Filled with brightly colored cans.
On another day he is seen
Pushing a grocery cart
Filled to the brim
With a clatter of tin
Clackety clack
Down the sidewalk.
Then again, he is here
With a black plastic bag
Slung over a shoulder
He is marching,
Marching towards the store.
Its Dan.
Dan the Can Man.
Copyright © Sue Mason | Year Posted 2007
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