Dom DiFrancesco

Musings of an Aspiring Author and Poet

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Scavenging

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Scavenging,

Through trash bins,

Rubbish heaps,

Loitering beyond alley doors,

Waiting for “the good stuff”.

Jagged nails,

Through fingerless gloves,

Sort through treasures,

Maybe a doughnut,

Scrap of bread,

Half eaten burger,

A meal fit for a king.

Seen on steam grate mattresses,

Fetal curl for warmth;

Passersby arc wide birth

To avoid their touch.

Rain draws trash bag slickers,

Doorways, cardboard,

Rags for umbrellas,

Taxi’s thrown sludge sprays the invisible

With cities dirt and grim.

Will they be here tomorrow?

Will anyone notice their absence?

As their shopping cart sits idle

Ravaged by fellow unseen.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Comments

5 responses to “Scavenging”

  1. Charles Yallowitz Avatar
    Charles Yallowitz

    It really makes me wonder about shopping carts that look like they’ve been abandoned.

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    1. Dom DiFrancesco Avatar
      Dom DiFrancesco

      Me too. Occasionally I see them full of “stuff”, but no one appears to be around. Makes you wonder doesn’t it?

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      1. Charles Yallowitz Avatar
        Charles Yallowitz

        Sadly, it does make me wonder.

  2. words4jp Avatar
    words4jp

    yes, I agree with Charles – this does make me wonder.

    this is another beautifully written piece about a subject I wish you did not feel the need to write about – or ‘a subject’ to write about – period. your poetry gives these beautiful people a voice. i say beautiful because everyone is beautiful – we are all cut from the same cloth.

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    1. Dom DiFrancesco Avatar
      Dom DiFrancesco

      Thank you, I guess that was really the point of this “we are all cut from the same cloth.”. Very well put.

      Reply

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