A homeless man crosses his heart with pain
heels wearing thin. Each step
groans across another block, two bags
of donated clothes heavy
hunger gnawing as he
joins a flood of Christmas joy
pretends he’s part of the excitement
shoes slapping, heart pounding
stomach aching
bags lighter with each new fantasy.
© Richard L. Provencher
Comments
jolono | May 24, 2012 - 09:46
Really good Rich, another cracker.The last line is brilliant!
Richard L. Prov... | May 24, 2012 - 12:06
Hello jolono, and thank you. I spent a delightful 23 years in Social Services in various capacities in many Ontario jurisdictions, from Toronto, Ontario to Hudson Bay. And there are too many disenfranchised people out there. This poem is a small recognition of their precious existence. Rich
Richard L. Prov... | May 24, 2012 - 12:06
Richard L. Provencher