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Triale Soran Dec 2017
Snow dust the sidewalks
People laugh as they walk
Towards the unknown
their warm breaths
fogging the air
Their hands
wrapped around a steaming cup
They are content.

He shivers.
Pulling the thin
scraps of cloth
closer to him.
Waiting for the sound.
That heavenly sound.

Across from him,
she sits,
still
moment before
her last breaths having
gone unnoticed by the crowd
except by him.
Not wanting to suffer
that same fate raises his voice

"Please spare some change?"
The endless lines
Repeated at each passerby
Some drop him a few dimes,
quarters occasionally,
loonies and toonies are scarce

But it's enough
by enough it means
Enough to buy some food
to last the day.

but it's not enough,
by not enough it means
it will not help him survive
the cold
harsh
days to come


Dec 15
HUGE snowstorm tears tree out of the ground!!
The headlines exclaim boldly,
The people read the news
As they pass yet another still body
on this winter morning.
"He's only sleeping"
They think as they pass,
It wasn't the first still body
the crowd had passed this morning
it wasn't the first body
covered in thin scraps of cloth
Homelessness is already an issue that should be discussed. Now with the winter fact on it's way, some people don't have the luxury of a warm home that we do.
Flatfielder Jan 2021
City street in the sunlight
It is march it is bright
Cold draft still is lingering
Like a snake in my pass
A person in a bundle
Hunkered down for the hour
Sunrays are not brightening
Her stillness her need
Her face I try to contact
But to no avail
Her stare does find an angle
Towards the pavement
A waving bundle of hair
I do see her dish
Grab coins I can spare
Feeling in my cold hand
Slow motion slip
Her one eye opens
Following the toonies descent
Her stillness was interrupted
We did not connect
Am on my way and didn't look back
March 2018,
Bankstreet, Ottawa, Ontario

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