Homelessnes
Learn more about other poetry terms
Now is the time for a hundred indecisions
Time for you
And time for me
To prepare the face we will meet
We sit back in silence watching Brilliance
A gnarled hand grabs my sleeve.
Lightly, hesitantly, but desperately.
I'm pulled to look;
Forced to see what I've been avoiding.
A woman looks up at me,
With ribs showing through the worn clothes
