Saturday, November 10, 2018
Doorways
In the doorway of the abandoned
supermarket, he stood.
supermarket, he stood.
Having taken over from Greta and
Chuckie, struck down by a truck
mid foggy dumpsters.
Chuckie, struck down by a truck
mid foggy dumpsters.
In the opposite doorway, a dollar
store which still looked open,
the woman.
store which still looked open,
the woman.
She spoke French, but only after
her companion, who had danced,
left.
her companion, who had danced,
left.
Hokey brought Coffee and Sandwiches
daily:
“Don’t give ME credit. I just took over
from the Earlys when they moved
to St Pete.”
A high school girl came along one
day last week, and sang a piercingly
sweet Happy Birthday to the woman.
The man nodded to her after they left.
That’d do.
Labels: character, Charity, homeless, humility, turf
