Roofless
ROOFLESS
Incommensurable conditions
without shelter nor food,
winter storm clouds overhead
frigid chill deep within my bones,
a haphazard zipperless parka
down feathers withered ages ago,
trembling in the frost sans fire
hoping in the very least for
the kindness of a stranger
offering me a steaming
hot cup of coffee,
sole thing affordable is nostalgia
if even that, dauntingly recalling a time when - -
snowflakes were still charming
Beng Homeless Contest - Seeker
Copyright © Paloma P | Year Posted 2016
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