Sadie, lays
crouched in a steaming puddle of golden piss
grumbles, mumbles
which turns to cursing out loud,
white mists rising
with every bitch, swear and cuss
from weather
chapped, bleeding cuts on her pale lips
nostrils flare in
and out as she screams and shouts
no way, no how,
did I sign up for this!
to people who walk
right by her in her puddle of piss
whom could care
less about her that honestly believe
she got herself
into this homeless mess
let her crawl out
of it, all on her own
they want no part
of the seeds she has sown
they fear what she
is living like is somehow contagious
a shiver from the
bitter wind runs from head to toe
her frail body
trembles, shakes and shivers worse
then from any
lover she has ever known
weather has now
become her greatest foe
using the sleeve
of her tattered, black & white,
checkered tweed
second hand coat
she wipes her
incessant faucet dripping nose
rolls herself up
beside the buildings
pulling in the
mess of crumpled up newspapers
closer to her in a
vain attempt to block out
any more of the
cold winter winds that will blow
burrowing up in
between an overflowing dumpster
and three
battered, lidless trash cans
in the alley she
now calls home. ---©g.a.meeder, 2013®
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