outside main street rescue mission, usa

no place to call home

color of desperation,

gurgle of pigeons,

peck, peck, peck, heads down,

adversity feeds

their hooded silence.

pocketed hands,

litany of loneliness.

hunched, 

huddled,

like lovers, against the cold,

waiting...

life of mendacious advents

at the door of main street mission.

jesús?

nikolas?

both sacrificed

on some dark street years ago.