chien Stonebirdhead

Don’t stare, don’t care

Don’t stare, don’t care

act as if she isn’t there

 

Head bowed down, in the street

a patient wait for something to eat.

Shuffling slowly from hostel room

into a supermarkets’ faceless gloom.

Round the back, in the mews,

is the soiled fruit shoppers refuse.

here she finds the reason for her day.

Eats, then slowly moves away 

 

I’ve never seen her face, 

she hides it as in disgrace.

Young or old I cannot tell

for she is lost in a private hell. .

In  long overcoat, - oversized

exhausted colour and rubberized,

draped scarf and heavy boots

Is she invisible to passers-by

do others notice, or is it just I?

 

Don’t stare, don’t care

act as if she isn’t there