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Dogs 2019

HOMELESS
(5/17/19)


I've seen
the shopping cart
full of belongings
many times
as I pull
into work

kept in the
farthest
shaded recesses
in a parking lot
of an empty
office building
down
the street

I assume
that someone's
hunkered down
in the shadows
to escape
the daylight

but I have
never seen
a person
to associate
with the
collection

until
this morning

I finally
saw him

pushing
his things
to their quite
visible
hiding place

a guy
about
my age

about
my build

the same
gray beard

from
a distance
one might
think us
brothers

I wonder
about him
as I go
into this
unempty
office building

I know
what I do
for a living

smoke
and
subterfuge

no one
from the outside
would know
whether
I had done
my job
or not

they
see only
my car

my house

and suppose
that I must
be doing something
worthwhile
for someone

somewhere

but I
realize

that how
I spend my days
is really
no more significant
than how he
spends his

our paths

our circumstances
are only
a bit different

society
rates us

judges
us

by our
relative
status

our seeming
contributions

but I
don't believe
that God
sees any
of that

only
the living

the dead

my brother
and I
are both
alive
today

life
will never
be any better
for either
of us