Homelessness Isn'T Always Hard

it's a good thing it's summertime a gentle night breeze stirs the air above me. as I stretch out just below the stone wall that encircles the hallowed ground. I am surprisingly comfy with a belly full of Dunkin Donuts donated by Gretchen, who wears the apron. here is where my home is for the next eleven days and nights. the turf is soft, the company quiet. nobody wants to sleep in a cemetery, except me. doesn't seem to bother me. the morning dew will softly awaken me. as Gretchen pours another cup of charity. patrons will leave the daily newspaper for me to read. the water and soap works just fine in the men's room. the deodorant from the drug store dumpster keeps me from smelling like the homeless man that I am. Duke LaDuke at Astro Bowl told me yesterday that he'd start me as a mechanic on Monday. the Monday after that I'll have my own place and I can send for my wife and infant son. this was supposed to be hard and in some ways it was. in many ways, it wasn't so tough. even enjoyable for a spell. but, eleven days is plenty to contemplate the sunrise and birdsongs. these daily affirmations can be appreciated just as well by the salaried man.