Midwinter morning—
 
an old man with a prayer wheel
 
spins it in the park.

 
 
 

Stumbling in the dark,
 
a drunk man asks directions
 
from a broken fence.

 
 
 

Deepening autumn—
 
I keep forgetting the name
 
of the man next door.

 
 
 

Labor Day weekend—
 
an old man longs for his son,
 
last seen years ago.

 
 
 

Labor Day weekend—
 
the homeless man keeps weeping
 
for his missing dog.

 
 
 

On a wooden bench
 
the homeless man takes a nap,
 
dreaming of his son.

 
 
 

The old man next door
 
stumbles through the neighborhood,
 
calling to his cat.