The Bag Lady

Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos

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Displaced, job lost, she takes
to the streets in search of the

A wheel squeaks on a cart
as she pushes, the basket
filled with boxes and bags

A treasure trove
of all she has left, memories
of a life left behind

Picking through the garbage can
She looks for a bite to eat, a piece of
bread, a tossed apple, hoping for
a scrap

Finding nothing,
she continues, afraid to stop
moving forward toward a destination

As the skies rain down
She finds no protection
from the elements that pound
her unprotected body

Talking to herself, she asks
why, as leering eyes
wait in anticipation, an opportunity
to take all that is left

And in the darkening night
a street lamp gives no comfort
only a soft glow illuminating
the eyes of a lost soul

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