Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
william-waterwayPoems
From padded window seat inside café cup of tea warms my hands cold winds shuffle sidewalk leaves Two tables away sit two men one in October years the other May Soiled clothes, old scuffed shoes, beat up weathered faces, bloodshot eyes, ***** hair disheveled The older begins reading to the younger from newspaper wrinkled by other hands “Rain and wind coming in tonight from the west, tomorrow - clearing, with temps in high 30s toward evening - dropping to low 30s Saturday, sunny, high 30s” The young man’s grizzled chiseled face seemingly stoic flinched stiff with the words “Sunday, low 20s, snow mixed with sleet”
0
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 5:21 AM UTC
Weather (homeless poem)
From padded window seat inside café cup of tea warms my hands cold winds shuffle sidewalk leaves Two tables away sit two men one in October years the other May Soiled clothes, old scuffed shoes, beat up weathered faces, bloodshot eyes, ***** hair disheveled The older begins reading to the younger from newspaper wrinkled by other hands “Rain and wind coming in tonight from the west, tomorrow - clearing, with temps in high 30s toward evening - dropping to low 30s Saturday, sunny, high 30s” The young man’s grizzled chiseled face seemingly stoic flinched stiff with the words “Sunday, low 20s, snow mixed with sleet”
#weather#homeless#povery
william-waterway
Written by
william-waterway
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 5:21 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem