Chicago At the Rush Hour
Only the blind man
with his leader dog
and tapping cane stops
when the homeless man
standing near the curb
asks commuters if
they have spare change.
The blind man lives downtown.
He has time to check.
The rest of us catch trains
and they won’t wait.
We march right by.
Donal Mahoney
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