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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Thank you!