Shawn L. Bird

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poem- East Hastings August 30, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:32 pm
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From the bus window

we watched the people

sitting around the needle exchange

tarps arranged against rain

carts piled high

to match their owners’ mental states.

Someone’s sister, daughter, mother.

Someone’s brother, son, father

Too many someones

looking dark, dirty, and desperate.

They watched us on the bus

as we watched them

Each of us in our own cages

looking through our own bars.

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Gordon Campbell.  This street didn’t look like this before your time.  You have a lot to answer for!

Here’s a good photo on this blog.

 

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