cast upon these shores
who I am and all i have
gifts i did not earn
cast upon these shores
who I am and all i have
gifts i did not earn
no shave November
cold wind caressing my beard
takes my breath away
beneath skyward ramp
people holding cardboard signs
begging unnoticed
sound of brittle leaves
scurrying across concrete
resonates inside
away in corner
joy for all who care to look
lost to all who don’t