Poem-a-Day: #28

Quarters rub shoulders.
Plastic ice cream bucket swings
in homeless man’s hand.

4 thoughts on “Poem-a-Day: #28”

You packed some thoughtfulness in that bucket too Laura. Thank you!

laurasalas on April 29, 2012 at 5:52 pm said:

Thanks, Linda. Oi. Homelessness is a terrible thing…

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poems are so beautiful! Trying to post a poem on your poem a day!

laurasalas on April 29, 2012 at 5:51 pm said:

Thanks, Peggy–I (obviously) love poems, too:)

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