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America

He spits in his rag, washes my car window

San Francisco by Sara Fryd

A sign of the times

What sign is that, I ask myself?

That America is in trouble?

That our veterans have no place to live?

That a roof over one’s head is not a necessity

For a Marine?

Who fought [...]

Daily…

I go about my work

With hardly a thought

Except finishing the next project

Completing the new deadline

Contemplating, that $50 an hour is not enough

For my talents.

You come to the Air Force Base unable to hear

Hardly able to speak;

Developmentally disabled

They call you.

You come to my office

Waving [...]