In the Eyes of a Trash Can

By Duane Anderson

Yes, I get all your trash. No doubt,
some of your prize possessions,
not that I am ever very hungry
for anything that you feed me.

I don’t mind an occasional can or bottle,
but those, you really ought to recycle,
but forgive me for scolding you,
I sometimes get so overloaded

that I can’t keep my top on tight.
Yes, keep my lid closed, 
especially since it’s summer,
for my breath can be quite bad at times,

some telling me it might be a little rank,
while others, quite appealing if you like skunks,
then I will probably see you smiling 
from my unique cologne. Enjoy my fragrance.

Duane Anderson currently lives in La Vista, NE.  He has had poems published in Fine Lines, Cholla Needles, Tipton Poetry Journal, and several other publications. He is the author of ‘On the Corner of Walk and Don’t Walk,’ ‘The Blood Drives: One Pint Down,’ and ‘Conquer the Mountains,’ and ‘Family Portraits.’