street corner

I see you standing on the street corner

January chill, old cardboard sign

While Boulder passes you by

My heart cringes every time,

Guilt grips my stomach and I, too

Avoid your eyes

Small offering, ziploc of granola

a few words exchanged

To appease my conscience, like I’ve somehow helped

But I want to do more than that-

I long to acknowledge your humanity,

And when I don’t meet your gaze,

It’s me, not you, that I’m avoiding

I long to make a small moral movement

On this stage we’re acting on

To say “this is what I believe in:

Human dignity, connection, compassion”

To stop wounding our souls with inaction

In denial of our brothers and sisters

Who at core are no different from us.

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