We Walk
We walk.
We walk past,
and we walk by.
Eyes alert,
ready to avert.
Blind to
the man on the grate.
Wizened man,
seeking warmth,
in our midst,
separated by the stigma of his stench.
Copyright © Lisa Kraus | Year Posted 2019
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