The Homeless One

I am ashamed to realize
it has it taken me this long to think of you –
the homeless one –
possibly begging for change
or a crumb to eat,
or waking up from a night on the street…
…as the chaos of hatred, war and greed
crashed over your head
and fell to your feet
in papers
and staples
and limbs of financiers…
…what must you have thought in those moments,
or worried about
or feared –
you homeless man or woman or child?
after all these years,
I think of you almost joyfully,
finally finding a home
and a peace
never answered here.

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