Mountain Dew container
rolls free along the road
in the hot Sonoran wind
Going tink, clink,
a-chink-a-clank
Plucky and determined
Heading up
the down lane
With courtesy
to stop for the light
as the summer breath
stalls for a sec
Then moves again
as the rambling goes on ...
By the year Twenty Fifty,
at this crunched pace,
it will make
the Mogollon Rim ...
Returning to the mountains
from where it began
God loves
the tenacity
of the aluminum can
