We were all warned
about the homeless guy
sleeping in the bushes
outside our office.
Actually, a good place
to sleep and stay warm
since evergreen shrubs
for years dropped a bedding
of dried needles that insulated
the ground from cold,
and limbs grew thick
like a closed-in cave.
The next morning women
park beside the bushes;
they turn their backs as they rustle
through their cars for a purse,
a hair brush, other woman necessities
and with thoughts on the discussion at home
or where to dine out that night,
they never notice bushes
like before, before the man
underneath looks out…hidden.