ODE: TO A TRASH CAN
By
Chief Swift Eagle

Ode to a trash can
As the bulk starts to swell.
It sits by my desk
And does its job well.

Target for rim shots
Both sunk and just missed.
A poor thankless target
For refuse good-bye kissed.

Hold for a month or a week
Or a day.
Rejected ideas, junk mail,
Notes for a play.

My stout trash basket
Is good circular file.
And idea holding can
When inspiration doesn't smile.

What would I do
Without this silent chum?
I guess without a waste basket
A writer's just a bum.

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