lone shopping cart: a poem

oh, lone shopping cart
on the side of the road.
standing tall and proud
in the dusty, high weeds.

so noble, so free!

far from home,
scared and alone,
only 5 years old.
kidnapped from the corral
when left open.

so majestic is your stature:
trapezoidal grocery cage with
glassless food windows.

useful despite your flaws:
cracked handle,
broken seat,
squeaky wheel
in need of W-40.
left leaning (literally) like liberals.

you are beautiful
in your own way.

how great your utility!

homeless makeshift grill,
oversized skateboard with momentum
(tragedy when toppled from tilted turns),
carrier of cotton clothes,
fresh food freight for folks
(no matter the monetary status),
and
convenient kid carrier
on optional occasion.

thank you for your service—

I salute you,
humble
foodstuff
transport
vehicle.

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This is a poem from my first book, bearing the burden of existence, available on Amazon.