the homeless, out early.
looking much like actors
in a cecil b demille
movie.
they look like prophets.
like dashboard saints
on each corner,
layered in long coats.
bearded.
bleary eyed and worn.
persistent and undaunted by
the harshness
of wind
from cars speeding by.
what will a dollar buy.
five,
ten, does it matter.
how much will change things,
and not bring
them here again,
flushing us with a strange
guilt, or
some emotion
we can't reason with.
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