Monday, May 2, 2011

Let them eat . . . oh, Never Mind

He wore his camouflage hat,
sitting on his stoop,
smoking a cigarette,
and I wondered why he bothered.
He was invisible to most people
anyway. Maybe
he sat there, watching them
scurry past, eyes averted,
hoping to be a beacon.
Flashing his message:
Life is not always
tea and cake.

* In response to Sunday Scribblings