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Courtyard On Huron Street

Indian summer fall day Glimmering sunshine filtering through the swaying leaves Casting shadows upon the sidewalk Looking out a window A homeless man is observed As he begins to use the courtyard as his stage Loneliness Brings about the need to have imaginary conversation with the pedestrians A need to hear ones own voice Scurrying pedestrians are too frightened To use the courtyard as a gathering place To share lunch with friends He walks away He turns and gives the sign of the cross as if to imitate a priest Portraying a blessing upon the stone bench Which he is known to sleep on He carries with him, his meek possessions Stuffed into a makeshift pouch Headed to another park to spend time alone Hearing the sounds of the city The sound of the city police Stating he must vacate the premises The homeless walk with their heads down TO prevent seeing the look of disgust As the pedestrians whiz by

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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