Poem 8

Girl sitting

on cold cement,

hungry, shivering,

watching spectators

enter the Garden

oblivious to her existence.


Young man walks by,

noticing girl who has before

hungrily accepted his offering

of a sandwich and hot coffee.

His own pockets light,

He once again proffers sustenance.


“You look like my brother,”

she says, looking into his blue eyes.

“You remind me of my sister,”

he tells her, noting her lank, blonde hair.

He takes his leave of the homeless girl,

pockets empty, heart full.


Eve Remillard


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