by Nat J |
deathly cold for those with nowhere to run to... that day was only good for people with homes to look forward to... to warm up in... to run to... we walked through the dead snow marveling at the beauty of winter as we shopped... 7 years old and smiling at everything- at my sisters at my brother at my mother but not at the lady on the street... the large lady standing in the lifeless snow... the large lady freezing in the lifeless snow... the large lady chanting in the lifeless snow... the large lady crying in the lifeless snow... the large lady stuck in the lifeless snow... we rushed by her in slow motion and I saw her skimpy clothes her empty cup her tearing eyes and I heard her chattering teeth her empty cup her half-sob half-chant "got change?" "got change?" "got change?" my mother dragged me on, ignoring the dying woman and her simple needs... helpless to offer one dime to ease her pain, I watched her as she cried and chanted cried and chanted cried and chanted... and I cry... |
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