The Homeless Crisis (swear word!)

[nibbed]

Hi Hanna, just a few things:


Sage, shaman, wise man, wizard,
the man walks down the centuries
burdened by layers of cloth, layers of memory,
layers of grime and shit and earth,
all billowing out around him
like the people around him,
[billowing] out to avoid his stench,                                                [maybe find another simile] since this was already used
his touch, his gaze. And what stories
are there behind his outstretched hand
and his downcast eyes and his plea
for the quarters in your pocket?
He keeps his stories. Keeps them hidden,
stowed away in the same place
that God hides his secrets, his loose socks,
his blueprints and his grand designs,
which are perhaps not so complicated                                         which are not
as we would like to think.


Interesting read. Thank you, Hanna.
I hope your day is filled with joy
and happiness.


-nibbed