Outside

Bandaid on the elbow of inner city society
Cross the street to the high enamel gloss of high society.
A grey bearded man
shuffles stooped along the sidewalk
Takes a peek into a trashcan
Picks out a clear plastic bread bag
With red items inside - - strawberries?
He sniffs, reaches in and begins to eat
And shuffle and eat and shuffle
Past the Rolex store...keep moving.
Can my mind produce the necessary figments to discern the unbalanced dialogue amongst our society?