Homeless Hearts

Hearts of homeless shadows abound Dreaming in doorways without a sound Forever teasing through tainted trash Panhandle for bleeding hearts clash I willfully ignored them all the time I now examine their faces’ every line And delve deeply into their ebony eyes Curious why wonder wouldn’t rise If hate or hostility is not their host If embarrassed enough to act a ghost I ask if I can make their day With funds that fancy to startled bouquet I grew up dissecting city dwellers My latent luster may stage to stellar A smile, a thanks, or maybe a caress For my homeless heart to coalesce