On fire
Sometimes I
feel
as if I have a
better grasp
on the universe
than on myself
always looking
out the window
for the next
thing
to comprehend
or disbelieve
always
forgetting
to stoke my own
fire
while the rest
of the world
burns
How fragile
A young woman
is talking very
closely
with Pat the
bum
Pat is out of
bread
for a few more
weeks
until he gets
his check
I don’t know
who or what
it’s from
but he gets 900
dollars
on the third
Wednesday of every month
the young woman
seems to be crying
just the sight
of ‘ol Pat
can sometimes
pull a few tears
up from the
deep
the fragility
of all these
people
never ceases to
amaze me
how easily
we can fall
into the gutter
how easily
we can step
over those who have fallen
later on
Pat’s new
friend leaves him
after long
drunken hugs
Pat squeezes
tight
he may not be
this close
to another
human
until his next
check
comes in
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