Homelessness
Feet planted on city sidewalks, body folds with in, another homeless person
in need of a friend.
They're cropping up in alley ways, cluttering urban streets, belongings now in
shopping carts, at night on grates to sleep.
Yet another soup kitchen, our shameless omission.
Passersby walk fast with eyes that avert, desensitized to reality,
superior in their self-worth.
Some offer up spare change like their dogs begging treats and head
back to their insulated homes, their duty it completes.
Our nomad loners, societal leeches, ever destined to roam, humanity breaches expelling it's own.
Copyright © Nancy Kaufman | Year Posted 2021
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