In the Cold


In the cold
there’s no room
for old fears; tears
that freeze on your
cheeks are

Lying under narrow eves
on porch or sidewalk grate
waiting for sleep
or death
to ease your pain,

you cannot remember
how you got this way;

for thought, like water,
congeals to solid rock,
and you can’t
even pray.

Author’s Note: Estimates of the numbers of homeless in the US today range from 200,000 to 500,000, many of whom are unsheltered children. This is a national disgrace.


2 thoughts on “In the Cold

  1. It is a disgrace–and it’s so difficult to conceive of, when there should be more than enough in this rich country to provide for everyone. Greed is an abominable thing.

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