Stooped beside the trash bin
he scrabbled around,
his hand pulling
out a small polystyrene carton.
Opening it, he found
a half eaten burger in a bun,
he stuffed it unceremoniously
into his hungry mouth
whilst his other hand
was still busily searching;
for dessert?
Images of what he may find
freaked me out;
I tasted bile in my throat
smelled vomit on my own breath.
I approached him,
then hesitantly offered
my Mars bar and hot Latte.
His faded blue eyes grew wide
with maybe a question?
- What was it?
Why would she do that?
or,
how did I get here?

Comments
insertponceyfre... | November 21, 2010 - 15:14
this is really good Bradene - I particularly like the last few lines
Bradene | November 21, 2010 - 15:16
Thank you so much, I'm amazed I got cherries but delighted too. Val
SundaysChild | November 21, 2010 - 15:36
Very striking and thought provoking- the ending just makes it. Excellent. x
Bradene | November 21, 2010 - 15:45
Thanks very much for reading and commenting. Val
danrama | November 21, 2010 - 16:39
Time is a cruel mistress to some of us. the world is full of bittersweet moments like these.
Loved it
Dan
Bradene | November 21, 2010 - 16:51
Thanks again Dan for kind words. Val
Highhat | November 21, 2010 - 18:30
I loved this too. especially the gesture.
;)Pia
Bradene | November 21, 2010 - 19:16
Thanks Pia. Much appreciated. Valx
Silver Spun Sand | November 22, 2010 - 18:23
This is beautiful, Val...both the poem and the gesture, as Pia says;-)
Tina xx
Bradene | November 22, 2010 - 18:30
Thanks Tina, I'm sure there are lots of others who would make the same gesture if they had witnessed the scene, you first amoung them. Thanks for commenting. Love Valx
maggyvaneijk | November 22, 2010 - 19:04
the last few lines are great as they transcend the man in question, "how did I get here" could be applied to all of us.
Bradene | November 22, 2010 - 20:37
Thanks for your very valued comments. Valx