Homeless

Last time he checked the Gate remained locked. Verdant shadows reflect soft running steams falling into still pools. Rushing to hushed sounds abated in calm. Evergreen foliage radiant, vibrant, waiting. Forlorn crosslegged perch resumed atop faded grass just outside, four steps distant, an already rusting landscape. No travelers left, yellowed path away, parched for nourishing spirit dew, solemnly abides. Yearning soul, half scarred, half charred, singular nature revealed abruptly, scuttled unwittingly. Eternal truth circumcised nascent pair, to their despair. Vagrants now, celestial estate forfeit for .... one pomegranate? endless fallen trail darkness rails against light man walked from Eden

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Paul Bell

Date: 8/9/2023 2:28:00 AM

Sad, In Britain refugees don't want to go onto barges. I bet the homeless would jump at that choice.

The Situation

Date: 7/24/2023 6:40:00 PM

Slept in my car for 3 years. Looking back I wonder if I smelled like they do. It's different now, Drugs. Pity is not the word for it. I could use dispised the way they take all the air around you and you have no escape.

Tom Woody

Date: 7/22/2023 5:42:00 AM

Aah, I see you're also into haibuns. I love this take on the Fall. They indeed lost their home, and what a home! Now they would have to make do on their own. So pitiful

Arlo Parker
Date: 7/22/2023 8:48:00 AM

We be homeless, too, TW. Let's see how that works out. ;o/