Time to Get Out of the Kitchen

and into the face of the poor

the impoverished --

those who feast on heaps

of beans and hamburg

and more beans

those faces --

vacant without a vision for tomorrow

no legacy to leave behind

except leftover clothes

from Sally Ann.

I sit here among the haves

contemplating the future of the nots.

My vacation via an expensive car

with

loads of gas

scattering smog in

a neighbourhood of grief and sad

lives -- moms and dads trying so hard.

Once I was one.