Tuesday, August 19, 2014

A LITTLE DISCONCERTING—

Just how—dismayed!
I felt 
on the street—this navy gray morning

by the early 
sight 
of so many dispossessed 

pastel popped balloons—

pink ones
and yellow 
and cheery faint blue—

all littering 
the pocky old sidewalk—right next 

to the stoop—
where some weather-
red homeless

man—or another 
lay drunk sleeping.