invisible in the city
getting lost is good for the ego
especially when deep in meditation
where there is no place to hide
stumbling down the sidewalk
the shopping cart I push
keeps me from falling over
alleyways are always darkest
during the brightest of days
when eyes are shut tight
and I can barely see my breath
I feed birds living on high wires
and encourage city weeds
growing between the cracks
having answered to many names
I am content with the unknown
that is certain to befall us all
september two thousand fifteen
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That last stanza!
Too much homelessness in this world – thank you, Melanie