On the Street Corner
crude sign fashioned
from flimsy cardboard
only one word legible
from my car window
homeless
rolled up three ones
and handed him
recalling the warning
so many had given
he’ll use it for drugs
a father somewhere
wonders about
his son
if I have erred
let it be on the side
of love
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My favorite part: “a father somewhere / wonders about / his son.” Your poem confronts the encounter head on whereas I often avoid making eye contact.
Your poem explains exactly why when folks disparage my ‘liberal’ leanings, I find solid ground for my conviction.
thank you for your good work.
Bruce Florence
Thank you both!
let it be on the side
of love
Yes.
Good reasoning. We should all be so kind spirited