Groping

homeless-man
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Watching, waiting, clouds slip by the moon.
Shining, lightning, bright pinholes appear too soon. 
Groping, hoping, homeless walks alone-
Bumbling, mumbling, is his presence known?
Gently, easily, cool breezes kiss his face
Gazing, looking, he screams-where’s my place?
Hunching, slouching, crouched and slumped in the door
Holding, pleading, stretches arm out asks for more.
Walking, avoiding, the strangers pass him by
Dying, flying, he looks up and questions why.

One thought on “Groping

  1. Wonderful and touching yet sad. A vivid look into the eyes of not only the misfortune, but the missed fortune that he may have had. You are a talent at capturing feeling from another’s point of view.

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