Street People
(This was written for a photographer who takes incredible b&w photos of the homeless in San Francisco)
In bits of newspaper confetti I nest you
black and white softening your stricken eyes
Passion in your finger tips still, itching, scratching to get out.
You riddle words of wisdom and I stuff them in my satchel at my hip
-never to be lost, never to hop the nearest freight train to the next town.
I make you indelible.
You make me human.
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