The Eviction
She fastens the safety pin
on her baggy sweater
cold aged hands
turn the wheelchair towards
the broken down tenement
which had been her home
for the past fifteen years
In her pocket is the pink
crumpled eviction notice
that some unfeeling
developer with a billfold
of cash and a heart full
of greed handed to her
and others less fortunate
Furniture of friends lies
piled high on the street
awaiting the Salvation Army
van to take it away
such irony that they take
away what that once gave
to the needy
Snowflakes begin to fall
leaving wet spots in her lap as
a cruel wind blows her
salt and pepper hair
turning she takes a last look
at her decaying building and wheels herself down
the broken sidewalk to the soup kitchen
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