A Poem a Day

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Tenderloin, San Francisco

Who knows how she lost her legs
Or her wheelchair
Or what she's on
But she makes great time
On all fours
In the crowd outside
The homeless hotel
I wonder if I'd have the spunk?
Just goes to show
You don't have to go
To India or somewhere
Posted by Apple at 1:11 PM
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