Transients

Dead-eyed , drifting, homeless, rolling,

streetwise kids , and bedroll beggars,

Buckfast couraged, words declaiming,

Shopdoor slurring , slumped and bleary.

Armed with Special Brew and crutches,

street troops holding court al fresco,

previous lifetimes in total recall,

urban streets, their battlefield.

Halfway homebound , slouched on buses,

shiftless workers gaze at I-phones,

Smeary windows glower reflections,

mirrored selfies, lost in thought.

Neon neverwhere, bustling with radiance,

the city of contrasts , the coin's flipside,

Doorway dwellers at their thresholds,

hardened by life with hats full of rain.