Posts Tagged ‘street life’

Leftovers

July 12, 2018

Leftovers

People walked by with lunch food—paper bags and plastic bags full of food. Some looked down at the two people sitting on the sidewalk by the curb and walked on. Some gave them looks as if to ask: Why don’t you just work already? The man was not too thin, but his companion was an elderly woman. Her arms were skinny and her eyes had no light in them. Someone stopped by the woman. Would you like this? The woman grabbed the bag and thanked the person. It’s a burger and fries. The man shrugged. Take it. She opened the container and chewed hard, as fast as she could. I am hungry. I am really hungry, leftovers or no. This is food.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Dollar

August 17, 2015

The Dollar

“It was a dollar. Can you believe it? They stole a damn dollar from me.” He rubbed his eyes hard with his middle fingers to wake himself up. “How did they do it? His friend asked. “I was asleep and somebody put their hand in my pocket.”

“I am sorry,” someone walking by said.” It shouldn’t have happened.” He waved his hands up in the air. “Do you have a cigarette on you?” “No, I don’t smoke.” The man on the sidewalk shrugged his shoulders and went back to sleep.

Where?

July 17, 2015

Where

Where? Where is it? Where do you go during the dark hours, the hours that nobody sees? Where do you hide? What do you do when no one’s looking? Where is the protection? What protects you? How do you hide from the chill as it penetrates your bones and beyond?

The Street

June 11, 2015

The Street

 

There it is again, life on the streets. The cold wind in the morning hours is making it feel like winter instead of summer. I lack o sleep, lack of 6 to 8 hours of sleep. No shower, no nearby place to take one. I have seen Kindness from strangers and tiredness, tiredness of the soul and the mind. I missd my normalcy, what to me is a normal routine. I miss my bed.