Monday, October 25, 2010

a homeless man stands outside Whole Foods...

A man stands
the rain falls mercilessly
A box contains  a cornucopia
of discarded items
from real people
with jobs and cars and debt
a crisis of cold crept in
some time ago
like an october morning fog
He can still read
But what?
What most people care about
means nothing to him
not now
not here
Hates eye contact
save for a flash of teeth
a flip of the hair
despair, left long ago
replaced by a dull ache
of knowing
no dreams

know dreams

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