The Trash Can’s Dream
written by Noah Falck
I’ve opened up a club
for the tallest trees in the entire world.
A place where they can truly be themselves.
A place where they can feel good
while reaching for the end of the sky.
A place decorated by the blissful exchange
between crow and scarecrow.
A place that expands every night
depending on the level of human-sourced climate change.
One night, you are there, out of breath,
and clutching a candy bar
as if it was made out of clouds.
You announce, in the voice of a tumbleweed,
that this, this, is a piece of art.
You thrust the candy bar cloud into the sky
in the club of the tallest trees in the entire world
during the happiest hour of happy hour.
The trees don’t notice you,
or your artwork,
as they only have eyes for me.