For The Homeless
but only the bright floodlights of patrol cars scanning the riverbanks
whatever
moldy blankets and
and no fires are allowed
to be answered.
poems prose stories and commentary about the personal and political
For The Homeless
but only the bright floodlights of patrol cars scanning the riverbanks
whatever
moldy blankets and
and no fires are allowed
to be answered.
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