Drawing by Judith Wolfe
Richard Provencher

Poem


      HIDING OUT

      cold on the park
      bench skinny butt hiding
      under the flapping
      newspaper shoulda used the
      sports section for more cover
      i hear crying don't want to
      see mind my business.
      keep warm wrap myself like a
      cat bench too short for my bones
      hungry too shoulda kept some
      fries last night man and his
      lady left them in the litter
      box too shy to give them saw
      the fear in their eyes
      in case they come back
      i got here first
      bet they be 'fraid to touch skin
      from a homeless man but i
      sure liked those fries went down
      good with freddie's wine
      he died last night under his
      refrigerator box told him to git
      to sally ann for soup a few crackers
      maybe some prayers got to be
      smart when november winds try
      to suck your breath got to sleep after
      'while mine the streets belly needs
      a fix for food food


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