(I always seem to be having issues with telling whether my works are poetry, short stories or prose...)

I went to RR donuts today and sat outside to enjoy my coffee.

And this homeless guy was there.

He was so strange

He said things that did not make sense at all and he laughed at everything.


His sentences had nouns -- subject to them but completely unrelated to anything else he said.

I talked a little.

He had a doll.

Everytime someone parked he'd put it out on the ground and throw change at it.

Then before anyone showed he picked it up and put it away.

The sun was still rising and it set the slightest, slightest breeze

I could not help thinking about dew evaporating and the small wind I felt while this man walked around.

Yes. The Earth was moving and I was so aware of it. And this man who made no sense was standing next to me while I ate a donut.