Mr. Homeless Man

knows about living
and learning on the street
doesn’t matter where

could be any
number of towns on a map
made for good folks.

Bottle in hand he hides
from the chill
a stack of clothes layered
on his frame,
can’t store any in some
stranger’s place
might not like his choice
of name brands.

Shakes off the dust, hoping
cooties he carries
don’t make a scene
until he’s past the door
at Sally Ann, a night
of snoozing on his mind.

© Richard L. Provencher 2011
Website: www.wsprog.com/rp/