By Rosa Conrad
Published April 15, 2016
belongings packed into one bag.
Her face dark from hours being under
Her hair in need of a washing, her clothes
were old and worn.
Her eyes looked straight ahead,
avoiding eye contact with the passersby.
She never spoke a word just sat in silence.
People drove by looked her way but paid her
Those that walked by her stayed clear away.
A glance at her would tell you she had no home.
The streets around her were busy with
traffic, the time when people were headed for
The noise did not bother her but rather
seemed to comfort her. She glanced around her
and when no one was watching she
smiled as she settled in.
She closed her eyes and let the suns last rays warm
her as she slept.
She never noticed as someone walked by
and laid a blanket over her small frame.