Homeless

Homeless

Like an empty bottle

of cheap wine

fallen from grace

his butt rests on the cold

sidewalk. A usual place for

a failure. At least

that’s what his dad said

got too big for your

britches he

reminded his oldest son

more times than

none--

he’s supposed to be the leader

of a pack of siblings.

The horses looked so good

the right breeding

friends told him so

and now he sits

alone

broke and needing another

sip of cheap wine.

(c) 2018 Richard L. Provencher