Let Me Believe

 

Mortgages and wages and pensions are but pennies to be dished out in alleyways;

out and into the woolly-pavement hat of a homeless bidder.

Keys clanging, I go forth into my own future,

in search of my not-quite-paid-up-for car.

Croaking and spluttering, it, and I,

start, spit and pause

awhile,

chewing on our hopes and plans for a self-sufficient tomorrow;

distracted by abstractions. And, knowing,

that the absurd is, in itself,

sufficient for us now.

But knowing that

for the man,

back

in the alley –

for himself, and for his hat –

our pennies are, for him, all of his yesterdays,

and are, for now, and tomorrow, less than sufficient and more than

absurd.

 

 

 

Copyright owned by Jay Cool, March 2019

Dedicated to all who live on the pavements of Ipswich in Suffolk, UK.

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