Homeless Poem by Kamiel Choi

Homeless



near my home is a railway bridge
and I see a man sleeping rough
does he belong here?

in a dirty sleeping bag spread
on corrugated cardboard, a paper
coffee cup his current account
only his teeth remember his story

I, too afraid to offer him a shower
drop my coin in his paper cup

I can't invite him home
I can't invite him into my darkness

Monday, November 13, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: homelessness
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