Poetry of Issue #7        Page 51

the man

who lives
in the carboard boxes
neatly placed end to end,
is tall--
at about 3:30 or 4,
you can see him emerge,
pack up the boxes
into a black plastic bag--
he will stand
under the building's green shed,
lean on beige brick wall, asian, black hair,
dressed all in black, and smoke
a cigarette, or talk softly
to himself, gesture--he does not
smell, then he moves east, carrying
his stuff, past the AIDS park, near
the subway--earbuds on,
grooving to the beat

wed, 5/29/19: 3:31 pm

  eve packer