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Vanishing Act

Driving rain, Sleet and Snow, No place for a sick tramp to go. Nowhere to rest his weary brow. No need to worry, gone now.

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 9/7/2021 3:25:00 AM

This opens our eyes to the possibility of a homeless person getting Covid. So sad.

Shirley Hawkins
Date: 9/8/2021 9:05:00 PM

Sure is.

Rico Leffanta

Date: 9/4/2021 11:39:00 AM

Like New Orleans et al, no place to even lie down . . . . . without drifting away . . . .

Shirley Hawkins
Date: 9/5/2021 4:48:00 PM

Out of sight out of mind...

Jennifer Fenn

Date: 9/3/2021 9:33:00 PM

So much said in only four lines. Well penned.

Shirley Hawkins
Date: 9/5/2021 4:48:00 PM

Thank you, Jennifer

Alexis Y.

Date: 9/3/2021 8:47:00 PM

Hi Shirley, You painted such a real and vivid scene in this well-written write. My heart goes out to those with no place to rest their weary brow. Well done - Alexis

Shirley Hawkins
Date: 9/5/2021 4:49:00 PM

Thank you, Alexis