Homeless

She’s sitting on box,
formerly a crate,
a cradle for gallons of milk,
a tool for the milkman
and now she’s sitting on it.

Did she once own an easy chair?

She’s sitting on box
in her living room,
in her dinning room,
in her bed room
under the stars,
waiting for someone to visit,

but no one stops
they just walk by,
no one sees her
sitting on a box
on the corner of seventh and main.