Every season, he changes shopping bags.
Last winter, he carried Whole Foods bags,
neatly loaded so that the bottom was still
square and the sides were straight.
His arms extend fully under their weight,
pulling his shoulders and his gaze to the
ground where it always stays; he never looks
up at the sky or at the people that see him every
day, even though he does not see them.
This Spring, he carries new Vitamin Cottage
bags, neatly loaded so that bottom is still square.
The black fabric is taut, unlikely to last this season.
Sunflower Market sells pink ones
to commemorate Breast Cancer Awareness Week,
but they would not match his brown socks,
his black headphones or grey demeanor.
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