Snowstorm
Snowstorm over,
the Keeper opened the shelter doors,
Keeping his head low,
eyes downcast,
watching only people’s feet.
His Keeper heart could not bear
to see the eyes...
the forgotten ones
the homeless adrift
the crying ones
the yelling ones
Turning them out was he,
Another day for the streets.
Again.
Snowstorm over.
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