CdnReader
12-20-2007, 09:51 AM
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I saw a man on the sidewalk
on a cold London day,
bundled in a worn coat and hat,
huddled under a blanket
asking for spare change.
On the next block,
a woman with a kerchief over her hair,
deeply etched lines on her very young face,
a small child tucked close to her shoulder
-- the little one seemed to be asleep --
next to them a misshapen cardboard
Starbucks coffee cup in holiday colours,
a few stray coins scattered
in the bottom.
The woman says nothing.
Her empty grey eyes watch lifelessly
as the crowd passes by.
I have seen her here before.
And the Oxford Street shoppers stride by
in their Armani jackets and
their Ralph Lauren trousers
and their Manolo Blahnik stilettos.
Leather Gucci handbags with straps
formed of linked golden rings
dangle casually from one shoulder,
four or five shopping bags
overflowing with colour and shine and tinsel
looped over the other arm.
They laugh and chatter gaily
with their well-dressed companions.
A Christian Dior fragrance
-- Pure Poison, if I'm not mistaken --
drifts lazily in their wake.
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cdn/20dec07
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Disconnect
I saw a man on the sidewalk
on a cold London day,
bundled in a worn coat and hat,
huddled under a blanket
asking for spare change.
On the next block,
a woman with a kerchief over her hair,
deeply etched lines on her very young face,
a small child tucked close to her shoulder
-- the little one seemed to be asleep --
next to them a misshapen cardboard
Starbucks coffee cup in holiday colours,
a few stray coins scattered
in the bottom.
The woman says nothing.
Her empty grey eyes watch lifelessly
as the crowd passes by.
I have seen her here before.
And the Oxford Street shoppers stride by
in their Armani jackets and
their Ralph Lauren trousers
and their Manolo Blahnik stilettos.
Leather Gucci handbags with straps
formed of linked golden rings
dangle casually from one shoulder,
four or five shopping bags
overflowing with colour and shine and tinsel
looped over the other arm.
They laugh and chatter gaily
with their well-dressed companions.
A Christian Dior fragrance
-- Pure Poison, if I'm not mistaken --
drifts lazily in their wake.
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cdn/20dec07
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