Monday, June 19, 2006

Broken City Lives

I saw a woman
Standing on the corner
Near the place I work.
Her man sat
On a pile of clothes and blankets
While she cried out
To strangers.
Her speech affected
by a broken palate.
"Hey Mister,
Mister, Hey you...
Can you help me?
We're sure hungry
I just need a meal.
Hey Mister...

She kicks at the air
Behind the man
As he walks past
Pretending not to see.

Then, once again...
"Hey Mister, Mister."

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