"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Monday, December 31, 2012

Callous


She is always there
with a tin cup
and a homeless sign.
He drives by with judgment
keeping his windows
tightly closed.

When did a full stomach
and a warm bed
make him callous?


©Susie Clevenger 2012

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