The Garbage Can
A Poem by Larry Golicz, 1995 The Garbage Can Dancing a toss, bang, and a drop, Rocking to roll, clanging to stop. The early morning cast it grey, Striking a pose, crumpled one way. Alone in the street, long left stranded, After emptied and ill handed. Still, and slumped, a garbage can play, Creases... Sign in to see full entry.