seeking shelter
The lights go out and the walls begin to rattle.
17 men sleep on the floor in one small dining room's shadow.
The sounds of sniffles and coughs spike, then die out neat.
The real crescendo comes two minutes later, when snoring begins to peak.
On hard linoleum floor, packed in elbow to elbow,
with all the sound of appliances in the kitchen
And now of course, this human instrumental...
Good food,
we all get to eat,
glass still half full
when you remember...
It's either stinky feet,
or a night on the street
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 9:16 AM UTC
seeking shelter
The lights go out and the walls begin to rattle.
17 men sleep on the floor in one small dining room's shadow.
The sounds of sniffles and coughs spike, then die out neat.
The real crescendo comes two minutes later, when snoring begins to peak.
On hard linoleum floor, packed in elbow to elbow,
with all the sound of appliances in the kitchen
And now of course, this human instrumental...
Good food,
we all get to eat,
glass still half full
when you remember...
It's either stinky feet,
or a night on the street
sincere thanks to all the workers and contributors of The Salvation Army in Denton, Texas
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