Long Time Looking at The Lid
I have been looking a while now,
At this can, which holds desires,
And unfulfilled dreams.
I have always liked the color,
Kept it in the larder, safe for all these years,
Never dusty, its contents changing, magically,
Providing the can is never opened.
Now, in the late afternoon,
High tea beckons,
And somehow, it remains,
On the shelf, waiting patiently.
For the can opener.