Kicking The Can Poem by Juan Olivarez

Kicking a can, down the old dirt road,
Where tandem trucks, carried their loads.
Down to the stream to soak my feet,
Sure feels good in this beastly heat.

Kicking a can by the grapefruit trees,
Waltzing right through all the honey bees.
Taking a grapefruit that looks just ripe,
And cutting it open, with my pocket knife.

Kicking a can down the railroad tracks,
Laying nails on the rails, as the train comes back.
They'll make the perfect arrowheads,
Once the train comes back, and crushes them flat.

Kicking a can in the setting sun,
The day is over, but I had my fun.
Gonna get some supper and then to bed,
Wish I was kicking a can instead.

6/3/10 29 palms ca.