Cannery Rue/The Wind Blows

In a bus shelter.
Notice a garbage bag in the
centre of the street.
Figure I'll do a good deed
and pick it up.
I grab it, and it starts to tear open.
Pop cans tumble onto the street.
The wind picks up and they start
to clatter down the street.
Into the intersection and then onto
the adjoining parkette.
The sound of them clattering
mocking me.
I pull what's left onto the sidewalk.
I feel a mixture of anger and embarrasment.
So much for random acts of kindness.
Won't be drinking pop for a while.