A stranger on a familiar street
Awakened by that pounding beat
Of footsteps splashed haphazardly
From suits to rags they dare not see
Or choose by choice to ignore
That figure lying by a door
Into an office air conditioned
From human suffering now partitioned.
But even in that darkest day
With life in hopeless disarray
She cracks a smile when I say Hi
From that doorway as I pass by.
Jpoet7 ( @wordverse.me )