Saturday, November 07, 2015

homeless

I lay down to rest my head on a bench along the park.
Up above a canopy of autumn leaves 
and a sky -- dull and gray --
fill my vision. 



The wind,
cool, refreshing,
rustles the leaves 
that had gathered on the ground. 

It

l u l l s
   me 
into 
   a sleepy state.



I could sleep here



Yes, 
on this very bench
that must have have held the  d r e a m s of many a homeless man
or woman.



What would it be like to sleep out on park benches, in street corners, in the   



c o l d 



 of the night? 




I have never known.