home is outside.
Cardboard in hands, "anything will help."
You walk the cement plank;
stagger/waiver/balance top with bottom-beat up tennis shoe brushes the curb, touches the street.
Did anyone notice, does anyone care....to even look?
You adjust, get back on your plank, assume the position.
You're a soldier fighting for a meal/dollar/drink/dignity/peace.
Do you know what peace feels like?
Steady now, turn, I look at you. You're taking a deep breath after the catch, you let out an exagerated
At that expression I think, "You're not safe/so many cars/so unsteady/so hungry/hot/
I don't want you to die, not here, not today.
I want you to feel embraced by the world, accepted/unconditiol love.
Full stomach/full heart.
911/"What's your location?"/man/staggering/I want him to live.