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.