I grew up in an urban setting, and worked downtown most of my career. Now I'm retired, looking back at all the despair i observed daily on the streets. I following is one of several with that theme.
Dining Al Fresco
On a windswept corner
a ragged woman stands
her hollow eyes
see our guilty secrets
as we walk swiftly by.
She shares with a friend
a bottle of paper bag wine
not a good year
but it warms the cold places.
Her shopping cart
gets curb service
from the dumpster deli
smell the bouquet
doghouse reilly



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