Least Read Poems About Homelessness

Skyscraper shadows  and streetlight rendezvouses
pulse through my veins to the rhythmic heartbeat
of the city

Such fond memories, even the struggles were colorful
from the underpass condo and gas station bathing to
mortal combat over a bag of aluminum cans,
good times.

I stare down at her now from a much more elevated
position, but I always see myself looking back at me

We share a smile knowing that we walked a mile
busting out song lyrics in soup kitchen lines

at peace with who we are.

Back in the 80's,
besides the music & concerts.

We didn't know what we were
going to do for the summer

Hopefully, some farmer
would want his bails of hay
stacked up in the loft.