Soon to be Found

A Prose Poem

Photo by Markus Spiske on Unsplash

They left him where they found him
Without a thought to how it looked
They just shoved him against the wall,
Closing the gate on him and his trouble.

On Thursday morning, just before dawn
When the foxes roamed the street,
The binmen turned the corner
Halfway through their rounds.
They almost passed him over…