The Sound of a Suitcase Being Dragged
While I was waiting at 16th & Olive for the #10 bus the other day, I heard someone dragging something in the street behind me. Eventually a man passes by me and then makes his way up onto the sidewalk. The suitcase had no wheels, the bottom was in shreds.
My assumption is he is homeless. I say it that way because he may not be, but if not, he is probably close. Most likely everything he owns is in that ragged suitcase.
This post has no point, the sound of that suitcase on the asphalt stuck with me.
– Steve Patterson
Perhaps you have the heart of a poet. Sometimes a brief image or sound, seen or heard only for an instant, makes a strong impression on us and seems strangely significant.
Perhaps you have the heart of a poet. Sometimes a brief image or sound, seen or heard only for an instant, makes a strong impression on us and seems strangely significant.
Perhaps you have the heart of a poet. Sometimes a brief image or sound, seen or heard only for an instant, makes a strong impression on us and seems strangely significant.
Indeed.
Indeed.