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Click hereNot what our
Just revitalized
“Spring forward” logoed
Designers had in mind
No matter how you put him
He does not blend
On the corner of East- West
Lies right at Silver Spring’s
Heart, flat
Antithesis
He stinks
Really bad
On his side
Is he sleeping
or...?
Afraid to catch something…
Please!
Can’t someone do
Something about
This!
Actually, sorry for them
Give them somethingsometimes
Gotogo, or I’ll miss the train.
“Choo”…“Chooooo”!
Here comes the six thirty
Walking by
Ninety eight percent:
Pretending to see
Something on the other side
One hundred percent destination:
Home-work -home- work
Homework (the express line)
Good news:
No one has been thrown off this train (yet)
No one has turned into a bag lady
(Yet)
More Good News:
All pedestrians may now
Turn your heads -
Back! aaaand:
POOF!
He’s gone!
Silly idea:
Could someone
Become…?
A great poem about the magic of apathy. What magic? The ability to make people disappear.
And I avoid it as much as possible, for many reasons, not the least of which is my discomfiture with my conflicted responses to the homeless!
Great poem, my friend!
Perhaps the comment below, disappeared along with the guy in the poem, or the letter: ‘d’ in: ‘Afraid’ at the beginning of the 2nd stanza… See you in better times. <P>
The poem was inspired by Anschul’s: “The Guy on the Corner”. Your sensitivity is appreciated. <P>
I see regular guys at different times at strategic corners next to the Metro train. I often wonder about the impact they have on the stream of people who to the most part pretend not to see them.
The thoughts and images that can flow from any urban transit sytem of rail/subway can seem at times unreal.