An old woman sits on a folding chair
Outside a dilapidated shop with peeling paint
Talking on her phone in bellicose sing-song tones
That sound alien to me but like home to someone.
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Hi Suzanne, Marvellous piece of write. The vagaries of life make us wonder about its very purpose..... A homeless man needs care, but life is so uncaring, so he won’t get it...Everybody is so engrossed in his own importance...... Vow! Very poignant poem...
Thank you very much for taking the time to leave a comment Robert!
good questions in the fifth stanza, suzanne. they have particular poignancy right now for me as i have taylor's words from my stroke of insight fresh in my mind from today's reading of her. -glen