Friday, May 11, 2012
no place to be
What does one do when they have no place to be all day.
What does one do when they have no place to be all day and they don’t have a home to rest in. Some sit in a park, some sit in a bus shelter.
For weeks now as I drive or cycle up Harlem Avenue I see two men sitting in the bus box. One is sometimes lying on the bench, is he ill? Do they eventually get on the bus and go somewhere? Do they stay here all night?
Today I stopped to talk with them; today I went into the bus box for a few minutes. It was loud and unnerving with the passing traffic.
I see my refelction in those gray/blue eyes, I see a reflection of so much more
Posted by Eileen at 7:47 PM