Homeless Man
Grabbing my camera and cartridge
I got away from my mordacious boss,
work at the newspaper was great but
being shackled to my desk a dismal choice,
Roving around I spied the usual horde of folks
shopping on the square about that time,
passing by a wizened old man
who sat under a "no loiter" sign,
I knew that he'd make more than a trifle story,
and he graciously smiled as I took his picture,
sitting down next to him with pen and paper
I tried to elicit some facts about his homeless history.
3-23-17
Copyright © Cheryl Hoffman | Year Posted 2017
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