Shopping cart gets hit
by an onslaught of
yellow taxis whizzing by
The contents flying out
into the humid afternoon -
two cans of lost
childhood
one box of forgotten
dreams,
three empty beer cans
from the early 60′s,
a box of unused
typing paper
He is giving up his ways
Sworn off picking through
trashcans
for partly eaten pizza
slices
and the artichokes of the past
one hundred years
Tired of trying to reason with
the playful rats who are after
the same slice of pizza
And as one last gesture of good will
toward a laughing God
he just does not understand
he gives up swearing off
things altogether
Nice! *
The box of typing paper - broke my heart. *
Well, that was an exaggeration. It wounded my heart.
*
Great stuff, Jerry. I love that last stanza.
Fave, Jerry. Agree w/Sally about your close.
"And as one last gesture of good will
toward a laughing God
he just does not understand
he gives up swearing off
things altogether"
Yes, this rocks. Giving up on giving up, AND two cans of lost childhood. Love it. *
Grabber. We're all after that slice of pizza.*