Johanna Boal Poems
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Like Trees In Winter
As we emerge, we can see them.
Some come together, hunkering down
Many are dispersed on their own,
Dark and hazy in their remoteness,
Trucks and branches appear, they seem aloof,
In earnest we gaze at them.
Poverty-stricken nests uncovered, wild and low
But somehow, attention-grabbing features
In invested fields,
In busy cities on golden pavements
Like shadows, time cut short,
Homeless people at home with this?