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.
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