It Is August and She Is Hot

It is August and she is hot. The group home has tossed her out. She lives on the street now. Her lean-to is stifling, so here she stands. She was waving at the traffic, but the traffic is angry today. Drivers are frowning at her. She must be a reminder of what they do not want to see. She puts her hand down and stands in the sun. Not understanding but respecting their responses. She wants to be back in the group home. But they had to shut their doors. No funding. All the money is going to foreign countries now. She enjoys the sun.