Gleaners

Gleaners 

Junked placemats

steer us to the best 

Mystic attractions 

     we can afford.

With blankets folded

over our stuff & water

bottles in hand, we're 

          here to rustle 

a diner's dumpster.

Waiters point us

to another better

place while tourists 

          glance away.

"Let freedom ring,"

          serenades us

from the bandstand.

     Down the road, 

where ships lurk,

there're no riches 

there. Treasure lies

beneath the waves,

          all the sunken

remainders like us.

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