The bearded man
With sunken cheeks
And a scar that sits
Just beneath his right eye,
Curses his flimsy tarp
Given by someone trying
To do something good
For someone in need,
Yet it is already fraying
Along the edges
And it can't tame
The bite of the wind
As he sleeps
Night after night
Utterly alone.
Original art and poetry by Heather Thompeon, Blue Phoenix Art.
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