Homeless Verse

Suddenly, it seems I’ve lost the keys
that once let me in, leave me locked
in a slur of bums, I beg into coffee cups, mocked

I lose all sense of streets we walked
winding ’round buildings day by night as distant lovers do
a homeless pigeon moving through

© 2009, Winifred Hunter Moore

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