The Humboldt Edge

I Thought About Bridges

by D. Reaves

One night I had no place to sleep
I sought shelter.
I felt weak.
I sat on grass, it was too cold.
I sat on the bench.
There were no buses, so I roamed.

I knew right then
I was “on the street.”
That this night would be long.
I thought about bridges
Where others might live.
I questioned my very existence.
My worth passed through my mind.
I walked and walked to no avail.
I wondered: where are the kind?

By morning I was freezing
Right before dawn seemed cold
Today I’ll walk and find the kind ones
To see if I can find out where
Today will be warmer….
Somewhere so I don’t roam.

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