under
the bent lamppost
he stands and watches
as the local grocery
store closes down for
the day
The clerks come out with
big trash bags
and close the doors
and lock them
and abandon the trash bags
by the trash cans without bothering
to throw them inside
and just leave
Yeah, it’s scavenging time
again
The thing that makes
him smile
these days
And it’s still infinitely
more than
others have
Many thanks to Gobblers by Masticadores for featuring my poem, "scavenging time"!
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Daydreaming as a profession 
Well done, Bogdan! It’s so true and someone else’s garbage is another’s treasure!! 🩷
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Absolutely!
Thank you so much for reading, Cindy!
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So very welcome! 🩷
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“A stark, haunting glimpse of survival in the margins Borden !! where small mercies become fleeting victories. The poem whispers of resilience in the face of abandonment, finding light (or a meal) where most would see only darkness.”
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Thank you so much for reading, Srikanth!
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