On a cold morning one hears a warnin
Crowded in church foyer, milling around;
Like an icicle, a single human sound.
“Disperse ye, this is not a drop-in center,
nor a heating site.”
Did I hear that right?
Neither pigeon, sparrow nor Starveling
Needs such urging, tho’
These birds receive
Least their basic needs.
On another morn, An acquaintance
shared, No need for another MLK
flick; Civil rights stories make me sick.
Yet a new movie is not very groovy.
But a person less a home might ask,
Why not a dollar–would make me holler
My gratitude endless, a simple cup
of coffee; Or using the bathroom
Just like you? Won’t that do?
Segregation yet lives! So,
what gives?
