Friday, March 28, 2025

It’s at skid row

Patrick Phillmore

That I've discovered
the value of a cup of tea
a blanket
a roof over my head
a bowl of soup on winter mornings
I've shared cigarettes
and small memories
I've tried clothes for hours
at the Salvation Army

And I've seen the city at dawn
still unpolluted
by the hordes of cars
the prissy office girls
and the guys in suits
with laptops
and briefcases

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