Poem-A-Day Challenge Day 7: The Passerby

My neighbor passes my window on the street each day

Bearing no more than the essentials of life

Water and canned goods – a morning ritual.

My neighbor passes my window on the street each day

To work in the light and air at the fast food joint

With her fancy degree. I wish I knew why

My neighbor passes my window on the street each day

Bearing no more than the essentials of life.