Candy Corn Homeless Man
Halloween. Noon.
Maple and oak leaves fell.
They made art together at the curbs.
An inflatable ghost sagged on duty
behind a white picket fence.
Jack O Lanterns stood ready
to flicker and get creamed by
juvenile delinquents,
only they don't do that anymore.
Social progress?
I walked on a sidewalk
poured in 1912.
A man carrying a bag of cans
with his left hand
rode a bicycle toward me.
He held a clear plastic bag
full of something
in the other hand.
Yes, he rode a bicycle
while carrying two bags.
I see it all the time.
I've seen a man carrying four bags.
His bicycle looked weird:
high seat like a unicycle,
chopper handlebars,
primary colors,
duct tape and wires.
Of course!
A homeless man's bike.
They should give out
an annual award for
the weirdest homeless bikes.
No, make that the cleverest.
I stepped off the sidewalk
and into the street.
The man stopped riding.
He set the bag of cans down.
He was anywhere
from 30-70 years old.
His hair was long,
his face was pulverized.
He dug into the other bag
and came up with...
Candy corn.
Candy corn!
He ate it.
He smiled.
Just like your posts like this make me smile.....