The Gleaner wore Chiffon
(written for Faithwriters.com weekly challenge)
He
parts two rows of blinds,
Bent
from overuse, and leans in to look,
Presses
his forehead to the cold metal
…As
she rattles down the street.
He
wonders if she sees him
Watching,
so he steps back a bit;
She
might think him
A
creepy old man,
But
he’s not that old
And
not that creepy
Just
curious.
She
passes by every day at this time,
As
the sun crawls across his roof
And
warms his den from where
He
peers.
The
neighborhood dogs know her;
They
shout barks in turn
…As
she rattles down the street
Tossing
bottles, remnants of wine,
Emptied
good times
For
quarters.
The
wheels of her cart screech over cement;
Sharp,
angular notes slice the air, like raining glass,
…As
she rattles down the street
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