Wanderer
lady with a shopping cart
bags heaped high and full
compared to her original cart
a dolly with broken wheels
dragged around as if
an Egyptian slave
pyramid bound
her goal is always
one block away
my images of her mind
may fool me
I see her at rest
in a bank lobby
curled up to a heater
in cold winter
enroute to work
I retrieve money
from the ATM
before sunrise
and slip a few bills
into a deposit envelope
to leave under her hand
there is not time
to ask of her plight
but I do understand
more than she could
ever imagine
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