The streets are cold and empty,
as I pass by a horde
of shuffling people
who mumble grievances
A couple, speaks to each other
without hearing the other
The air is crisp
My hands, cold
find refuge in pockets full of lint
and a forgotten candy
escaped from it’s wrapper
A homeless man shivers
while the rich ignore
He, underfed
caresses his dogs
who fed not an hour ago
I give him change,
nothing substantial
He might buy food
or drink it away,
at least he’ll be warm,
if only for a minute.
1 comment:
"My hands, cold
find refuge in pockets full of lint
and a forgotten candy
escaped from it’s wrapper"
Haha love this part! I think you did a good job capturing these images of frostiness, both the people and the setting. My only complaint is that the grammar in the line "A couple, speaks to each other without hearing the other" sounds a bit awkward. But other than that, I quite liked it, especially how even the speaker is frosty herself, despite the charity: she donates "nothing substantial."
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