sunday morning and they’ve got their packers gear on
across from my temporary living quarters
kickoff 1 pm vs the hated vikings
nip in the air, chance of snow
2 eggs, bacon or sausage, toast with grape jelly
hot cup of coffee in a well-worn mug
who knows how many people have drank out of it
don’t wanna think about it
gray overcast giving way to grayer overcast
church crowd coming in now
flurries begin to fly
all dressed up, how quaint how traditional
grandmas with their grandchildren
looking uncomfortable in their sunday best
leaves on the ground once colorful
now brittle brown skeletons
now just dead like those folks
in the graveyard up on the hill just outside of town
now go stand by that big blue dumpster for a picture
factories now vacant and quiet
rusting relics of times long since passed
jobs drifted away like long lost clouds
hands in pockets hoodie up
walking on cracked broken sidewalks past lonesome storefronts
with their arms extended looking for a handout
