on my way home from work I see him.
he stands on the sidewalk on Magnolia just passing Chapman,
he waves at passing cars driving by.
I wave back
he smiles
crazy
lonely
old
sad
I see a man that is lost
I see a man that is broken
I see a man that tired
I see a man that is done
he has the face of a ghost like he is already dead,
his shopping cart stands next to him as if it was his only companion,
his only friend.
a whole life in one cart,
a whole life in one misery.
I drove by today on my way home,
he was gone
no man
no misery,
Just the loneliest shopping cart I have ever seen. -Shane Book