picture from tess at magpie tales no.93
by c.donnier-valentin
Bag Lady
my back so sore
found
by way of a miracle
under the arches
of Saint Pancras
a raspberry red,
if somewhat dusty
sofa
itchy velvet reminded me
of the seats on the number 47 bus
on my daily ride to school
i think it was in '41
that was some time ago
the trains lulled me asleep
slumber only disturbed by the uninterested revelers
who passed by loudly unseeing
in the night
i clutched my bags closer and turned my back
to dream of better times to come.
the roosting pigeons cooed and fluttered
my alarm call at dawn
i stretched old bones creakily
to another day
wandering the city
hopeful that my bed
may remain another night
abandoned.
I once read that we are all only two steps away from being homeless, i can think of nothing worse that being in that situation, to have nowhere to call home.