Falling to Rise Again
I fell in love
At a homeless shelter
With a man with the bluest eyes
From the Czech Republic
we had so many things
In common, but I had a home
And he did not.
At his table
he was occupied
with a young man
talked endlessly
but not with me
oh well, Love is like
microbes, if your window
is open they fly in
and out again.
Artist:
Ann Privateer
