30 Degrees Below Compassion
30 below
thinking about that homeless man
as i caress a cup of
designer coffee
on every pane of glass snowflake i see his frozen face
as vanilla creamer slides down my throat
saw that homeless man
three days in a row
a snowman nesting on the same corner
but I never invited him home
for a bit of warmth
to hear his forgotten story
karma is barking at the foothills of my soul
"you may be homeless someday
homeless
cold
forgotten."
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2021
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