Monday, April 18, 2011

if i held a sign like yours
mine would read "afraid."

i can read between the lines
on your cardboard sign

if i weren't afraid i would say
"i see you."
"i am sorry that you are suffering."

instead i look ahead
separated by a pane of glass and nothing more
i have change
but will not let it go

every red light in this town
forces me to stop
and see

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