The Little Can
Then bombarded by negativity
From the mouth of my fellow man-
I resort to my imagination
And under his chin-
I place a Little Can.
I hang it from both his ears
With great big chains of steel-
Strong enough to hold those words
And the Little Can perfectly still.
While he speaks,
I make sure the words
Are falling in the Little Can-
Then in my mind,
I light a match-
And flick-
It’s in
At my command.
I cheer as the flames consume those words
That could have hurt both him and me.
When he’s finished,
I remove my gear-
And return to reality.
Anne Roberts
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