The Old Woman who Sleeps in the Bus Shelter…

In the shelter I hear her mutter and talk to the air and ghosts in her rage.

I hear her screams as she pushes her shopping cart up the sidewalk. The cart that holds her worldly belongings.

Is she someone’s mother?

She was someone’s daughter…

So many tragedies in the city as we wizz our way by.

Dennis Mantin

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