Hour 8 image prompt- Camping

The sky is dark Just like my heart When trapped within the city So sometimes we seek refuge Far from home Some by choice but it can be seen That not all are so lucky Unhoused this is their day to day So we take…

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….