The Lost Children # 39 - 44 The Final Poems Poem by GORDON GILHULY

39

this is my last night

for the season - tomorrow

I am the problem



40

in the dark there are

no faces - in the day we

still do not see them



41

we sign up for a

volunteers' lunch - will they serve

us at the dumpster



42

small crowd tonight - the

warm spring air smells of freedom

and we offer chains



43

it is 2 am and

we are breaking the rules - there

is room at the inn



44

you thank me for this

late night simple sandwich - your

gratitude shames me