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Dec 2014
I bought two bags of groceries
and carried them to a tent-village
along a nearby creek
when I arrived I didn't see anyone
and calmly asked
"hello? anyone here?"
from the labyrinth, a response
"who is it?!"
nervously shouted
"just a neighbor. I walk by here sometimes and wanted to bring you some food."
a man emerged from the tarp jungle
imaciated, he approached and extended his hand
"hello, I'm Dave -- and this, hey you can come out, it's ok -- this is my little brother"
a kid no older than 20 exited his tent
wounds on his face
skinny as a lamp post
I introduced myself
they were thankful for the food
but didn't want to talk long
I wished them well and walked home
in the rain
and it rained all night
Metanoia
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Metanoia  Oakland, California
(Oakland, California)   
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