The crazy bag lady
pushes her cart along the road
until a wayward pebble
upends the rusty chariot
a can of baked beans
rolls along the sidewalk
a can opener
clanks off concrete
I pick up the can
and return it to her
I help upright her wheels
and recover her goods
I hastily retreat
before she opens the can
and offers me some
It’s a decent brand of baked beans
I just feel no need
to half-assedly recreate
a Mel Brooks scene
on a too warm afternoon