a black flower blooms from the rails,
fragile stem of a passenger
radius and is a short walk and forgetful
following a song of her own child,
park to words, sounds small and lightweight Iris is
station, homeless
docile and gentle passing undeciphered
vision in vision, in the movement forget
expansion of lives organized
and then withdraws, his desert claim, pointed to a corner
Metro
as read a simple cardboard
but tonight the darkness is not heavy,
another sky seems soaked,
wings of burning down
who knows how long hand crack distances,
breeze in the palm lay a caress ,
a hot meal and a blanket,
admirable does not know her beauty
Iris warm smile of absolute
language seems to go back to the remote,
a knife in his prime has entered
because she believed in what you do not see.
[read the other poems that have participated in the contest: The life of a homeless .]
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