As worn and faded as the streets he walked
He drew little attention, gave same.
It is said that he doesn't care.
He knows different.
He shuns the oratory of clean hands,
Picks up their scattered flyers and handouts,
Quietly recycles them.
A wraith pushing a wobbly-wheeled cart
Scorned by polished passersby collects
The detritus of discarded defiance.
She knows the loneliness of need
And the value of the valueless.
Her bulging plastic bags shout
"Save the planet" to those who hear
Only the wobbling wheels of her cart.
City alleyways teem with rats
Circling the gourmet dumpsters
The homeless wait on line
For tepid soup and stale bread.
Valet parking, crystal chimes,
No take out bags here.
The mayor announces a ban on plastic bags
Bottled water and not caring.
A coyote stalks a cat on Beacon Street.
Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2020
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