Chasing the Season

Wrapped inside

an avenue

of ringing bells

and colourful

decorations

a homeless man

crosses his

heart in pain

heels worn thin

each step groaning

across another

block. His

scent nor

mis-matched

clothes matter not

to the King of all.

Both bags

of clothing

(thank you Sally Ann)

heavy -- hunger

gnawing as he

joins a flood

of Christmas joy.

Pretends to be

part of the

excitement -- shoes

slapping

heart pounding.

Lighter with

a new level

of hope as he

climbs asphalt

on a slope

of city street

blues.