tidies up his clothes
seemingly unaware that
he still looks homeless
his eyes smile in petition
doesn't have to ask—you know
breeze shifts to downwind
smell of beer and cigarettes
he's run out of *****
his one gray sock is holey
skin grimy, chafed and bleeding
turn away my gaze
to my everlasting shame
give or not to give
it's not even a question
he needs more than I can offer
Mar 17, 2010
Mar 17, 2010 at 12:18 PM UTC
tidies up his clothes
seemingly unaware that
he still looks homeless
his eyes smile in petition
doesn't have to ask—you know
breeze shifts to downwind
smell of beer and cigarettes
he's run out of *****
his one gray sock is holey
skin grimy, chafed and bleeding
turn away my gaze
to my everlasting shame
give or not to give
it's not even a question
he needs more than I can offer
© March 12, 2009