
The broken people
Hold crude signs on street corners
Waiting for small change.
They haunt me wherever I go.
On street corners, in doorways,
at stop lights, in the coffee shop,
young, old, battered women,
beaten men, howling to the wind,
muttering, mentally ill, drunk, dirty,
high, low, pushing shopping carts ,
sleeping in doorways, holding signs,
holding cups, holding hope, hopeless,
wild, calm, passive, depressed, belligerent,
obsessive, sweet, swollen, torn, barefoot,
toothless, bent, spent, broken.
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1 comment:
You are such a wonderful writer. I think I alway knew this but never got to experience it until you started putting your poems online. Thanks, I love it.
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