My drawing. I came across a man sleeping rough this evening and tried to talk/ Language was an issue….but I tried.

I saw him on the street,
sleeping rough.
Right next to the flowers,
their presence smells…..
like poverty.

A few lousy coins,
given by a passerby.
Enough to buy a drink.
He drinks baijiu,
in the shade of a peach tree.

He told me
he wants to buy the moon.
I thought….. he needs
a lot more coins for that.
So I walked on…..