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whenever I discover a partially full
disposable coffee drinking cup
stranded on the street

I cannot resist the urge
to tip it
over

watch the coffee form into dark
rivulets imaginary rivers rushing down
sidewalks creating miniature streams

I like to watch the directions
the randomness in which
the liquid glides and turns and pools

I think to myself
life is that way
wild and rushing
haphazard unplanned-for
accidental

I like to give homeless people something
they like to eat or drink
but I ask them first about their
preferences
and couch them within my meager budget's reasonableness

random acts of kindness seem to satisfy and please
on both ends of the spectrum
creating rainbows within and without

people feel like people again
its a kind of transformation that a little
act of giving can do
making one another feel whole again
I feel like a person and hopefully
they do once more

too often they get pushed along
treated more or less worse than curbside furniture
or like prisoners of their unfortunate circumstances
and reminded for it as daily punishment

I don't think people start out choosing
to be homeless
anymore than that cup of coffee got left
behind by the bus stop

I pick up the coffee cup after I have
kicked it over for fun

who picks up the Homeless from their
street corners beside the police...

why am I putting these two ideas together
in my head?


legal Copyright 7/21/2015 written directly to the page from thoughts on the bus
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Straight from Her Tilt-a-World

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