all alleys lead to sand & saltwater
walking away from the sunset
shopping for the next place to sleep
eyes remain optimistic of a tomorrow
promising pay
all alleys in this pacific coast city
lead to sand & saltwater
along the way housing is made from
cardboard & wire & unfinished dreams
familiar hopeful faces
unite and welcome the wonders of the day
their hands busily preparing
to feed five thousand
august two thousand fourteen
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Very touching, John, and your words remind me of the homeless our church feeds during the winter months and the homeless look just like you and I. It’s a humbling experience to serve them dinner and talk with them. What we take for granted they are grateful for, even if it’s a one time occurrence…thanks for sharing!
Thank you so much for commenting on this homeless piece, Lauren. I can certainly relate to your personal experiences – thank you for sharing.
“cardboard and wire and unfinished dreams”
Gah! Words can’t describe how much I adore that phrase.
I wonder who doesn’t have unfinished dreams…so happy that line resonated with you, Millie.
Thank you for sharing this poem, it touched my heart 🙂
Just like Millie, this line struck me “cardboard and wire and unfinished dreams”
I live in the Philippines and this is a common scene.
Thank you for following my blog and commenting on this piece, Diwata.
Indeed that phrase, especially combined with feeding 5000.. This has a lot of story
Thank you, Björn – there is certainly too much hunger in this world.