Cardboard Box by Jeremy Blackwater

Cardboard Box by Jeremy Blackwater

“I can’t feel my feet,”

He falters as he talks.

“It’s cold on the streets.

My body hurts.”

 

“I can help with some socks,”

I lamely mutter.

“Can you get me a box?

Something real large.”

 

Sadness bruises my soul.

I guess that’s what you call it.

When you yearn for the whole

For those you see splintered.

 

“I need a hide

a place to crawl

No one at my side

Safe from eyes.”

 

Went over to a store.

Found a box for a fridge,

Wanted to do more

But hauled it to the street

 

Value is what I want to give

Even a cardboard shelter

If that’s the most I can do.

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