Empty Paper Cups

i do not wish to be great, to turn and bow on the final stage. i have no desire to be the train, just a common plank on the track. i do not brandish light for the blind, i walk among shadows without a noise. my name could be key, wellhouse, or pump... my voice the sound of a sparrow hatched. i taste like old trees, and rain falling from a rusted gutter. i've had long conversations with dogs, walked window ledges with cats. i know the stories of old tires, i've hung my hat on rusted nails. i pray in the moonlight with spiders, and sing praises to the ants. i am the lick of the tongue, the bent finger stroking your eyes. i come rushing like the wind, leaving stray leaves and empty paper cups!