Rush Hour Moses [Week's News Poem by
Khakjaan Wessington, February 1, 2013]
Filth is his muscle
diverting the waves
of this black and white sea—
this subway station, this sea
and destination.
“When Marcia has no bed, she is left
with precious few options, none of them good. She can ride the city
bus, hoping for a kind driver who won’t boot her into the street.
That’s what a 55-year-old woman I met named Dorothy used to do
until she deemed that strategy too risky. “If you don’t get a
nice driver, you have to get off every hour or so and wait for
another one,” Dorothy said. “If you have to wait for a bus at
three in the morning, you’ll be waiting a long time. Anything can
happen.””
—By Rose Aguilar, The Nation;
Wednesday, 30 January 2013 00:00
http://truth-out.org/news/item/14228-old-female-and-homeless
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