Binner

 His waits on a cold bench, his big hands are clenched

around a paper cup soggy with coffee,

garbage bag at his feet full of empties.

It's a long way to town, and there's no one around,

but he doesn't look like he cares
.
He's got a kitchen knife in his pocket for Bears.

The rural bus won't take him, his bottles and cans are too stinky,

(and they say he gets violent when drinking).

I drive by wondering how he survives,

I would stop but I'm going the wrong way.

When I come back from my chore, he isn't there any more

and I'm glad I don't have to bother today.


Early bird poem a portrait. Repost from 2020

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  1. AnonymousMarch 31, 2025 at 1:36 PM

    A very honest poem. A moral challenge in the everyday. Thought provoking. A lot of life in this, simply told. 🙏

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  2. Rosemary Nissen-WadeMarch 31, 2025 at 5:30 PM

    Thought-provoking!

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    1. AnonymousMarch 31, 2025 at 7:00 PM

      Thank you Rosemary, yours was wonderful!

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  3. VerlieMarch 31, 2025 at 7:03 PM

    I’m still working on signing in to comment, hope you see this

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