Sheltered life:
It's cold and raining
4: 04 AM at the shelter.
From my office I can see fires lit in garbage cans,
and everyone is wearing silver 'emergency' ponchos
we have been handing out to those who won't come in,
out of the rain.
From my office window it looks like the future
and it looks like it is on fire.
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poem by Brevet Wilson
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