I never knew why she chose my sidewalk as her own;
Perhaps it was the subway grate that made it feel like home.
Children called her “Crazy Mary”; it became her sobriquet.
She would disappear each morning and God knows where she went.
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John…This is such a good poem- gets my mind out of its blank state and into provocative sad thought.Beautiful…Thank you for a good read.Cheers, Geoffrey.