#metaphor

a piece wrote as a response to a photo….gave it a little character.

Down a vast array of items
in the great festive sale
sits a lowly tin of peaches

bashed from the morning jostle
its label a little worn
it sits on the shelf – alone

this tin was never – ever
going to win the contest
for most delightful

its fellow tins were taken
some hours ago
in the rush before closing

and there’s no one to see
but the Frosty sour cream
in the Fridge in Aisle C

Moments tin wishes
he was back in the plant
opportunities here – scant

So the tin waits
for morning to come
and awaits delivery mans hum