Posted by: Ron DuBour | May 19, 2014

The Homeless Woman~by Neil Perry



The Homeless Woman

Smoking her roll-up, the homeless woman
Finds space on a cold pavement, near a cafe doorway,
Her jacket hugging warm, waterproof green,
Shields her from some elements through the day;

Yet when night comes, and temperatures plunge,
And vulnerability becomes more obvious
To what lurks in the dakness, she gathers strength
Underneath her blankets – in all her clothes,

For all must count, to shield her from the cold,
The rough wind roaring, tearing like a fiend –
Takes no prisoners, and she is one
Captured by circumstance, with no where to hide.

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