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by Lynette Friesen

She stood on the side of the road

In a dress of cut cardboard.

She looked a bit in need of a bath and a warm cozy fire,

But then so did I.

An empty CD case was crushed by her feet

And there was a moving dog pile of paper trash beside her

As well as a black bag of belongings.

I reached out my car window to give her five bucks,

And, I might add, it made me feel generous.

But she waved my hand away,

And pointed to the sign in her hand that she seemed to think

I clearly hadn't read.

"I have money.

I have meaning.

I have purpose.

I'm looking for love."

Peace, dwight