She shuffles past,
upends a weathered
blue egg crate,
sits
corner of Congress and Tenth,
her grey coat wrapped tight,
despite the mercury measure,
Monday through Friday.
Eight until noon.
Traffic weaves past,
the occasional quarter gets tossed.
Water rushing around
this immovable rock
holding, carefully lettered
'will work for food'.
Once she was a child
snug in a milk-soured lap.
Once she was a girl,
exchanging kisses in a Chevy ,
dreaming of a white house for two.
Pris Campbell
Copyright 8/4/2001
Artwork: Thinking by Bj
de Castro
Music: Bohemian Rhapsody
(Bj is a self-taught artist of twenty-three years duration, painting mostly realism,
using the mediums of pencil,
charcoal, pastels, watercolors, and oils. The above is one
of her very few abstracts.)
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