A homeless woman is leafing through
The yellow pages of her newspaper
Her face is bruised, worn and shriveled
Like a forgotten pear
Under a tree.
What long-lost news is she searching for?
What story keeps her
Lips moving?
Equally homeless dogs trot by
Unperturbed
Preoccupied with their own woes,
And the passers-by
Scorch her with indifference.
The city is getting ready for Christmas.
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