there was this homeless guy
living on the side of the freeway
he was there for months with his
tent fluttering against the inconsistent wind
one of the last times i saw him there
there was a plastic skeleton
maybe 10 inches tall hanging from
a low branch of this frail thin tree
it shook me, this plastic thing hanging
like a long dead person it’ll decompose
after a thousand of me make worm food
and then i went to the freeway again
and he, his tent, his bags and the
little skeleton man were gone.
to find a new home i hope
or hang from trees with rope