Friday, July 8, 2011

Urban Life (continued)

Egress

I brake at an urban corner.
A disheveled veteran hoists cardboard.
“Veteran.  Need help!”

Further along my journey,
another indigent elevates truth.
“Hard times.  Need a beer!”

At a freeway exit, I slow
for an intersection ahead.
A twenties girl in khakis
approaches our anxious car line.
“Anything helps!” her sign.

I consider my ashtray,
full with parking quarters.
My wallet lumps in my back pocket.
I hold my breathe.
Wish the light would turn.

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