San Francisco - Treasure Hunters

Rubbish plies the street edges,
spills from the bins
and they work it over

quickly, thoroughly,
collecting any useful object -
half a sandwich, or

a Starbucks cup
they can shake two copper coins in
when the theatre crowds
move in for the evening.

They move on to the next bin,
and the next,
and drag their shopping trolley
hope chests with them.

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San Francisco - the newspaper stand on the footpath


In a round room sits a man
surrounded by daily newspapers.
He doesn't smile
and I think Christmas
cannot be carried
on his shoulders.

I ask if he would mind
my taking his picture
and he grunts 'No,
too many have taken it.'

So I smile, and thank him.
But I have taken
the memory of his carved face,
a frown with weariness in eyes
that have read enough,

a body bent to fit
the tiny round room
lined with its new thousand words
each day.