Under the trestles,
under the boardwalk,
for the down and out
on death marches
to cardboard shelters
of pavement meaning.
The homeless, the helpless,
the living, the haunted
whose fate is to wander aimless.
No one, no one
is beyond getting lost.
Through freaks of bad timing
it happens.
It's happened before.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
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