spring has sprung

I was on the trail this afternoon,
and so were plenty of other people.
This one on his bike.
Sunny, warm.

A little further down it looked as if the creek had
risen enough to flood the area where
the homeless people had lived.
I never saw anybody before,
but now the brush had been cut back and there were
wet garbage and wet sleeping bags in a messy pile.
People had been living there,
a few feet from the trail,
in the middle of one of the most exclusive
zip codes in the state.