Went for a walk along the beach after work tonight. It wasn’t pleasant. The SHG was in, and the sand was whipping into my eyes.
That homeless lady was at the beach park again, having a semi-naked shower. No one helps her, but no one bothers her either. Is that good or bad? I wonder where she sleeps. She has one bag of possessions that she pushes around in a trolley. You can’t help thinking there shouldn’t be anyone sleeping outside in a rich country like ours, but I’m not doing anything about it either. I guess she’s a modern-day version of one of those jolly swaggies we all romanticise about and write poems about. But it doesn’t seem quite so romantic when it’s happening here, today, and to a woman. Also, she doesn’t look too jolly, and I’ve never seen her with a jumbuck, whatever that is. And, as far as I know, no-one’s written a poem about her, either.