Homeless

A foot lies brown against the white pavement. The tattered blanket cannot protect it from the cold, just as the sock of blue now faded to gray cannot hide the callouses from winters past. The sock is a mere sheet, crusted in mud and twine with a hole ripped wide letting three toes peek out at the sky. Three wise men, they long for foreign lands. They champion the chorus of anywhere but here. Tied to the pavement, the fire in their souls barely keeps them warm. In the night, the three seek a light to guide them in from the cold. No stars shine through the fog.

Categories: Maggie, Poetry