Phoenix Throw-Aways Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Birds chirping restlessly, looking towards the skies intermittently.
Leaves shaking as gentle winds move them with silent
speed and wonder.
Trees ever moving, filled with grace, yet always
standing in one place - one space to call their own
for a lifetime.
So unlike we humans who are always moving, never
standing still, yet have no place or space to call
their own, for the city of Phoenix makes many people
homeless.
With no chance to live, grow, nurture their own
children like in days of old, when your home was yours
to pass on to family forever.
Today, left to chance, circumstance and prayer, lives
are transitionally changed with no where to call home -
except maybe very temporarily, until the city of Phoenix
again throws them out in the street.