belonging nowhere <br />for the first time in thirty six years <br /> <br />belonging nowhere <br />among thousands <br />under a monotone sky <br />like an apple left hanging <br />outside the equation <br /> <br />a 'services no longer... wishing you the best' memo <br />recently stashed in his drawer next to obsolete keys <br /> <br />he sat watching the transport arrive <br />just like all the Mondays before <br />but this time he didn't board <br /> <br />a walk to the newstand, <br /> <br />to the grocery <br /> <br />'surprised to see me? ' <br /> <br />'you stop every day' <br /> <br />'but never this early' <br />he picked up his bag to leave <br /> <br />the grocer eyed him and saw more than just a customer <br />'help me move these crates' <br />and a few minutes later <br />'do you know anything about gardening? ' <br /> <br />'your impatiens are overwatered <br />and the tomatoes need more sun' <br />he headed toward the door to leave <br /> <br />the grocer called out 'I need someone good' <br /> <br />'I'll be back in the morning with my tools' he said<br /><br />Lee Crowell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/belonging-7/
