We are in the business of judging

strangers with wry smiles and hats dipped low.

We lean in to evaluate, though not close, watching

their direction with curiosity and fear, while

avoiding their gaze so as not to be invited

into their unstable space.

We imagine their aroma. Where they slept

and what their looking for.


They are wounded, cut from a life they had;

people from every street.

Somewhere their dreams drowned, washing

them onto a shoreline they walk.


We wonder for a moment if our lives changed…..

we brush away surface thoughts.


“There but for the grace of God, go I.”

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