7.1.2015

she asks for four

bag lunches

each morning

supposedly for

children

unseen

her approach is

slow, steady

head down

covered up in

her coat

and hat

expression blank

responses

mono-syllabic

as if life has

hurt her

so

that her inner

conversation

is all

she wants

and for

the world

to stay out.

I watch her walk

down the

block

out of sight slow

and steady, head

down.

I pray that this isn’t

her only

nourishment.

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