Homeless
that old fellow resting on a park bench
that kid holding a short stick
with a bouncing red balloon tied to it
that spotty dog barking at the balloon
all are a temporary shelter
the homeless
don't look for benches to rest upon
they have stuff and they fear to carry it far
the benches were transplanted elsewhere
when the homeless turned up
that old fellow on a bench
that kid and the bouncing dog
know a temporary shelter
when they see it
most benches are planted
by those that have moved on
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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