Imagine
A mildly dented beer can is sitting on
the edge of sobriety. It stands still against
a shifting wind that is balancing its ‘Budweiser’ logo
on the surface of my vision; once twelve ounces
of substance now half full or half empty
depending on how the angle of the mind
stares down the circular blinking eye of tin.
Imagine where this can has been
Imagine the beauty in someone’s unfinished booze
minding it’s own business on this cluttered sidewalk
filled with remnants of the night before. A stale must
lingers barely washed away by a slight cough
in the air
I wonder how it got there and I imagine
Somewhere
The lips of an over partier is waking up hung-over
physically drained but much alive celebrating
another day of chances.
A chance to start new;
a chance to witness brighter skies
a chance to resurface in someone’s eyes.
Because who knows what one more sip
would’ve conquered before the night’s demise
or why this can was left there as an advertisement
of optimism
this life is a prism of imaginations that connects
worlds that we wouldn’t know existed otherwise
and as I stand here and fantasize and give life
to something meant to be stepped over or thrown away
I recognize…
That here I imagine
The significance of someone else’s garbage
abandoned here on a public sidewalk
serving as an introduction to someone out there
who left it sitting here
to be written.
