The worst thing
about being poor
is that so many others
are not.
As the bus window
passed the community
support centre
a woman
hunched her leathered
face through the wind
her frown
sewn into her
From The emptied bridge
Proximity: the poet Jackson. Get uncomfortably close.
The worst thing
about being poor
is that so many others
are not.
As the bus window
passed the community
support centre
a woman
hunched her leathered
face through the wind
her frown
sewn into her