The Paper

He sits and reads

Scanning the day’s broadsheet

Parked on the bench

Both arms outstretched

Gauging his losses on Wall Street

He sits and reads

Scanning tonight’s bed sheet

Fine day forecast with possible evening rain

Thin layers to cover him

A fragile buffer from the disdain

Of passers by

Taking a short cut

Through the park

He sits and reads

Scanning faces he’ll never meet

The anonymity is reciprocated

 

There’s a guy sitting on a park bench reading a newspaper…(prompt from this site)