gliding

gliding

Friday, September 25, 2015

Bag Lady

She had warm eyes in the rain
eyes that asked for nothing
though her hand stretched out
taking my nickels and dimes
a light that shines
(forever in suns and spirit)
shone from her eyes
warming me
on this rainy day of tears

no rags, no feet, no love
no heat, no rage, just street
no take, no fuss
our demons make our angels
all the more glorious

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