Bums

[The Wizard's Hat - Jeffery Bowman And Andrew J. Miller]

People who live on hills sleep so close to the stars they forget those of us who live too much on earth. They don’t look down at all except to be content to live on hills. They have nothing to do with last week’s garbage or fear of rats. Night comes. Nothing wakes them but the wind. One day I’ll own my own house, but I won’t forget who I am or where I came from. Passing bums will ask, Can I come in? I’ll offer them the attic, ask them to stay, because I know how it is to be without a house.
Some days after dinner, guests and I will sit in front of a fire. Floorboards will squeak upstairs. The attic, grumble.
Rats? They’ll ask.
Bums, I’ll say, and I’ll be happy.
-Sandra Cisneros, House on Mango Street