Posted in Palpating Poetry

Recycling

Glass and plastic bottles are all he sees

He goes from garbage to garbage filling an oversized bag

Rifling through items that have no value to him

Striving to find as many bottles as he can

All so he can buy his pregnant, also homeless girlfriend,

The cheerios and vanilla ice cream she craves.

I watch him as I hurry

I hear him mumbling this as I walk the last block to work.

I think, “Love comes in many forms.”

And I say a prayer as I open the door to the building

Preparing myself for another work day.