A Day in the City



The street mirrors my unease: a puddle of vomit.


A girl, homeless. Her white socks turned black,

Her shoes invisible, like her parents.


She rummages through a paper bag, seeking crumbs.

Orphan of the pavement. What's right


About a girl nibbling crumbs off soiled paper?

Or a stranger's hand-out? Crumbs


From a rich man’s banquet,

Swept away by white-gloved waiters,


Hustling for coin. What’s right


About children born to caress

The grime of the gutters? What's right


About a child’s socks, soiled by those gutters,

Embracing an invisible life?

  • Author: gray0328 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 9th, 2024 04:32
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