All his possessions

in a shopping cart

left on the parking lot

of despair

 

he's got rags piled in there

along with aluminum cans

and plastic bags full of

stuff he found on the street

 

people shy away

dogs growl

but he means no harm

as he rolls down the road

he's on his way to the mission

for a cup of coffee and a doughnut

 

he tells them he's been saved

to qualify for kindness

then shuffles off down the sidewalk

going to the camp he knows

where lonely souls gather

lost men who call it home

 

no one can be trusted

there's evil in the air

he sits under the bridge

to try to sort things out

 

there is no goal or future

he can't remember

who or where he is

he just wants to be

left alone

 

like an old shoe

found on the highway

tossed away

no strings attached.