Determination
A greyhead shuffles the crosswalk.
His beard, a thin waterfall cascading
from facial crags to beltline.
He moves. Slides a single foot forward.
Poises carefully before advancing the other.
Unitl he’s parallel and balanced.
His journey an agonizing grind.
He crosses safely through the lines.
Desperation
Desperate men and women lounge
the park grass on torn cardboard.
Their mattresses the repository of lost dreams.
They wrap themselves in plastic tarp.
Cover in flannel blankets, tight against today.
More forlorn watch from surrounding banks
and camp medians between sidewalk and street.
Voices rise from the earth like tall weeds.
Whispered secrets spindle skyward,
seeking some imagined hope.
Wanting. Waiting.
We also wait with them.
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