Homeless

I would love to have no home, So I can live here on the side of the street with the sun. It’s golden light would warm me And I would not mind so much having no walls. I would sit right there underneath the green leaves And tilting my head back, say good morning to the woman in the window. I would say how do you do the man in the doorway across the street. I would tell the people going into Denrees what a wonderful store it is. I would watch people pass and shout to them about what a lovely life I led. I would cloud watch with the neighborhood and play games with the children while their mothers shopped. Then, when the sun set, I would watch the street lamps go on And huddle to myself, waiting for morning to light the streets once more.