Dusty Windows, Plagued By A Dumpster Diving Man Poem by Sue Sure

Dusty windows,
Plagued by a dumpster diving man.
He holds his whiskey in an old soda can
And lives off of the
Night sky.
Nobody knows the ways he goes
Every morning is like a frozen tide.
All the changes
That he faces, well nobody cares about those.
A wooden fence
Lined with rusty nails.
He's been picking at one for ages.
It seems as if he's cleaning sewers
And laughing about the sun.
At idle times he'll draw circles in the gravel
To symbolize eternity or fate.
Keeps his overcoat clenched tight around his stomach
For fear of losing it, but gladly threw his shirt in the garbage bin.
Aching nowhere and heart of gold,
So beautiful but so easily stolen and bent out of shape.


(To be added to, hopefully)