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Eileen Frazier
Winter on Lower Wacker
throw-away humans
lay hidden
under the el train
urine-soaked gutters
American streets
thread-bare blankets
shroud
blank eyes
broken faces
breathless bodies
old booze seeps
moth-eaten dignity
clammy skin
rotten teeth
collapsable cardboard
house
glad bags of lost dreams
ragged woolen caps
tattered hooded sweats
gray skies
dirty melting snow
battered souls
wait
on cold cement
black charred corpse
on the road
I watch tv and talk politics
stranger at the door
breaks a window
it's my son
cars rage by
house falls down
I listen for birds
lone raindrop
on white lily
splashes my face
chinese homeless couple
push wooden wheelbarrow
smile for the camera
vietnamese bikers
wear face scarves and conincal hats
crammed ho chi minh streets
asian elephant
curtsies
for her food
Bio:
I am a single parent living and working in Chicago.
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