smog

homelessness

takes in a breath,

being your refuge,

you develop your

identity

as a street corner,

a sidewalk,

a piece of tomorrow

we always savor...

you ask for salvation,

for love, joy,

spirit,

the air is your soul

and the river your home;

we find ourselves

fighting with rubberbands,

devouring

pain in an instant...

I try

and draw your face

with a ballpoint pen

and words

from the bottom of my shoe...

this is my place, too.

Copyright (C) 2009 Sara LeMaster