Two poems found on the streets of Edinburgh.
pause awhile on the street
and note it is he not me
who sits and begs
who keeps low
that I may feel superior
and be moved to leave
a coin or two.
Not Quite Seen
A face not quite seen
but remembered for despair
not shared but shown
in a snapshot of time
that failed to make connection
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