Street People

(This was written for a photographer who takes incredible b&w photos of the homeless in San Francisco) In bits of newspaper confetti I nest you black and white softening your stricken eyes Passion in your finger tips still, itching, scratching to get out. You riddle words of wisdom and I stuff them in my satchel at my hip -never to be lost, never to hop the nearest freight train to the next town. I make you indelible. You make me human.