Invisible
They wander through the streets smart;
Aleck. Baldwin wrote about inner
City. Limits to where they can . . .
Openers on the counter of soup
Kitchens. Table manners are lacking
Substance; abuse. Mothers crying,
Babies from womb to grave. Yard
By yard. Stick to being invisible.
Copyright © Rex Holiday | Year Posted 2008
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