His Dreams Caught in the Walls
Billie who slept
on sidewalks nearby
would also slump against
our house in a stupor
Billie’s world was small
dwindled to this locale
where he claimed his hard bed
and no one messed with his cart
I worried about
his dreams
getting caught
in our walls
I suppose they did
because I still think of him
sleeping under the bright parking lot lights
which made him feel safe he said
I think he just wanted
to be invisible,
for no one to confront him
as he kept his routine
when 911 would come often
he told them
he was just resting from
folding his laundry and they would leave
911 finally took him away one day
where he died
in the hospital
of a very long list
When I turn the corner
and look around the side wall
of our house, I still imagine
I might see Billie
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This is brilliant, love “he was just resting from/ folding his laundry…”
What a tender and loving poem. I love the care of:
“I worried about
his dreams
getting caught
in our walls
I suppose they did
because I still think of him”
love the title and the tenderness throughout the poem and
“just resting from
folding his laundry”
Some great details in this poem. Dreams caught in walls. Now, that’s a concept. Billie is definitely still with us