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Sidewalk In The Morning

The crisp morning breeze directed my smelling sense towards a ledge.

Where bleach and water saturated its way over and through the cement.

Washing away the homeless bodies that lay/sit there during different hours of the day. A slow motion reflection of their faces play in my head as I walk passed.

The irritability emotion rushes through my veins. Who should I get angry with?

I’m early enough to see/smell the bleach. Late enough to see the homeless individuals survive another day. Not on time though to ask the person(s) why must they make it obvious that these humans aren’t welcomed?!


A standby witness with no solution


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