State hung

Out of this first impression

Made a second

Stood on the corner of 1st and 1st

Feeding homeless near Grand Central

The man who itches, he twitches, he asks,

“Sir, sir, are you my enemy?”

In a calm voice, quietly,

I say “No, I am your son.”

© 2011 David Greg Harth

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2008-2011