A dead pigeon
on the sidewalk
bare feet children
begging at the signal
destitution written large
on faces and souls
life's pathways
as complicated as
the routes of the metro
what ifs hanging
like half-constructed pillars
why? why not?
changing like traffic lights
Christmas lights, blinking at wealth
emptiness, deep, dark
and hope faint, cold
a shiver runs down the spine of
the silhouettes of tired trees
its cold
very cold,
winter is a state of mind
all knowing is frozen
love runs down
as a warm, salty liquid
from the eyes
the security guard looks
straight into the fire
we are all looking for home.
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