On the street a torn backpack
spills its belongings.
Not far away a bicycle
bent at odd angles awaits scavengers.
The body of a man with six days beard growth
is gone with sirens, fading as they get distant.
A stream of laughter flows off the sidewalk
from a student gaggle across the street.
Able to set concern aside
the high school track meet proceeds.
A policeman stands erect
at the starter’s pistol initiation of the hundred yard dash.
Involuntarily the policeman places his hand
on his service revolver.
He collects deodorant, toothpaste
and a toothbrush from the street.
And white socks too clean
to suffer from long term homelessness.
copyright © 2022 Kenneth P. Gurney