I wake up every morning
in this adequate box
and gather my sack
of belongings.
As I wander
with a single purpose,
I think about being
far from home
and how I even
ended up here.
The mediocre food;
the raw surroundings;
tending to the
one in the
next box over.
The mound
of dirty clothes.
Once attended to,
now pile up
in the corner
of my box.
These four walls
are all I have now.
Day after day,
the corners pull back,
Exposing me
to the elements.
The street is not
a welcome place,
but for now...
it is my home.
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