Bewildered
He, bird-like on roadside
a homeless
no feather to puff up
uses quilt
hands and legs in shiver
make cover
lost his head under hair
unwashed and uncombed and
bewildered
Passes by the long white limousine
and inside wine is served
watch my eyes and cry…
such a big difference?
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