A can of corn

I reach for a can of corn




And imagine




A shopping cart full of

Sweet juicy oranges

Crab legs begging for some butter

Coffee and sweet fresh cream

Steak and ham and fish




I open the can of corn




and dream of




A restaurant buffet

Filled with crispy salad

Garnished with carrots, radishes

And creamy dressings;

Roasted chicken with crispy skin;

Soups and cheese and still warm bread.




I eat the can of corn

and cry