The organics-only homeless man
accepts nothing but change,
refusing conventionally-grown apples,
taking up his post outside
of the local fair trade coffee shop.
He wanders amid the stalls of the
Saturday morning market,
almost blending in among
the neo-hippies, his scraggly
beard detracting attention from
the saggy seat of his pants
and holey sweater.
He sleeps au naturel, by the
cycles of the sun and moon,
toting all his worldly possessions
in a brown paper Whole Foods bag.