“Home’s where you go when you run out of homes.”
― John le Carré, The Honourable Schoolboy
It was the end of the workday
My head weighed down by a hulking exhaustion
I was standing in the afternoon line
Staring at a garbage bin
It was full with a cornucopia of the day’s discarded scraps
To-go cups drained of their energy
Tired cans
Empty bags
A man dressed in a faded green jacket
He cut through the line
Nobody objected
He hovered over the bin, inspecting the pile
Disappointed, he compromised, and turned to walk away
His big suitcase dragging behind
The rejects of the day rejected him
The line formed again, nobody objected
Sad!!!!! Love your poetry! 🙂
Thanks for the kind words <3
Rejected by rejects …. That line hit home. Thank you for writing this.
Thank you. I see homeless people everyday, and I am ashamed everyday that I’m not helping them.
Beautifully written….
Thank you 🙂