The Bottle Collector
Who does she know?
Nobody.
No friends.
No family.
No neighbours.
Not true.
People live next door
Behind grills
But are they there?
When you live in the world’s most expensive city
Your needs become a threat to those who have something
When you do not.
She sleeps through the day,
Not crying.
Never speaking.
Eyes blank.
At night she rises
In the cool
And pushes her trolley
To collect cardboard and cans.
Alone.
Copyright © Lansell Taudevin | Year Posted 2016
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