with your blue lips
and shiver,
your body curled
onto itself,
you stand on the corner
and wait for the bus
to arrive. it's late.
the world is a white
ball of frost.
there must be a better
way to make
a dollar or two, to
keep the home
fire burning
and the cupboards full.
Friday, February 13, 2015
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