In her city
She would rather chance it with the car lanes
Than brave the underpass
The shadows…
Scraping up coins from the gutter
Pennies from someone else’s heaven
Just enough to survive
Never enough to thrive.
People’s eyes slide past her outstretched hands
Invisible to everyone except the lowest.
The pigeons steal from anyone.
She wishes she has wings to fly out of here
Up into fresher air....
