wino by the water

there's a wino by the road poem by steven james humphreys

there’s a wino

looking up at stars

tucked warm

in his sleeping bag.

toads

croak and ribbit.

he believed

riches made

him happy.

when he lived

on the north shore of Duluth

he would look out to

beautiful water

Sautéing mushrooms

in fine wine.

 

 

 

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