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      September 18, 2012Fred FoxWhy Not?

      In the entrance
      to a vacant store
      stands a shopping cart
      full of bric-a-brac.

      Behind it, on the stone floor,
      sleeps a ragged clothed body.
      All that man owns
      is in the shopping cart.

      I pause, wonder,
      what does he eat?
      Where does he bathe?
      Has he any friends?

      I could wake him.
      Give him a dollar
      and ask him.
      I can’t disturb him.

      Though asleep
      on a public street
      his privacy is respected
      by everyone passing by,

      I lock my door when I retire.
      I worry, have a shotgun.
      I have an idea.
      It sounds crazy.

      I’ll put on ragged clothes.
      Fill a shopping cart with junk.
      Find a vacant store entrance
      and get a good night’s sleep!

      from #23 - Summer 2005