Homeless man on my street
digs through recycle bins
peering from my window
he puts a magazine gently in his pocket
perhaps his only entertainment
He moves onto the next bin
I scurry to find a recyclable to offer
only one water bottle
half empty
or
half full?
pour part on two plants
and the rest in my mouth
run outside
Approach him
a rugged
weathered
bearded
tired
face
pretty brown eyes
peer at me.
Pensive.
Surprised.
Handing him my one little bottle,
I apologize for not having more to offer
we rarely have cans or bottles
He graciously thanks me,
nodding his head.
I return to my home
He
to the next recycle bin.
- Lisa Loria
12/10/14
After I ate breakfast I threw some food in a bag and some bottled water.
Hopped in my car and tried to find him. no luck.
Wish I had thought of packing him food before he left my street.