joseph harlacher 111

Veteran Poet - 1,115 Points (09/27/1951 / Seattle)

The Homeless - Poem by joseph harlacher 111

it was just yesterday
I was free and clear
but my mouth was dry and ever present
with cracked lips I kiss each breath
I take each step
will fully moving into now
where there will be no salvation
for who I am?
I walk from one acknowledgement
to another
passing those who don't see me
to somewhere I have not yet gotten to
where they go to I don't believe
I too go to
for I alone am I

Poet's Notes about The Poem

I traveled the USA extensively in the 1970's while in my 20's near the ends of my journeys I survived two years homeless in Seattle.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 30, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, December 31, 2013

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