driving in my car
the other morning,
i passed a thrift shoppe adjacent to a school...
stuff spilling out of boxes,
racks of used clothes,
piles of this,
i saw an elderly Asian man
dragging a large wooden chest of drawers across the street,
which might have been bigger than him,
had he laid down
i imagined him later on that day,
dusting it off in his house,
filling the drawers with his belongings,
putting trinkets and photo frames
on the top.
thinking back, I ought to have gotten out of the car,
and helped him.
but maybe he'd liked to have just done it himself.
Just because someone is olde,
doesn't mean they are slow or weak.
later that evening,
sitting at the computer about to download some images
i had created,
i looked out the window
to see a furry sleepy-like fern,
when you are watching someone,
someone is watching you.