Have you seen the man
Who owns this land
Without title – both kinds –
The unentitled
Stooping to pick up trash
Cups and pizza boxes
From the park’s late night
Visitors
He treks through the snow
Carrying in his parka pocket
A bag of seeds
Refilling bird feeders
As he goes
This land
Held by the common
Cared for by its own
Caretakers
Those who take care
Give the most