They sit
On the pavements,
In the gutters,
In the cafes.
Peering through a curtain
Of hair.
Drinking coffee
After coffee
After coffee.
Hair matted,
Obscuring our vision
Of them.
They see,
And we don't
And I am a little afraid.
- S.Awcock
(Grateful thanks to Jon Sullivan and Public-Domain-Photos.com for freely providing the background photo)
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