In a corner where the sun does not shine anymore,
all huddled together are pain, poverty and fatigue,
beckoning like a man at once vulnerable and cast down.
Like a man, they shuffled into the dark recess
of a defunct building at Broadway and Fifth
where the scrolled tops of tall Ionic columns
front floor-to-ceiling casement windows, and
lead to offices that offer no recognition, no
reprieve, no re-lease.
In the corner, pressed against the old limestone,
this time they charge and merge with the shadows,
feeling as if hidden behind a wide smokescreen;
But the long lens captures a seated man, head in hand,
one thigh dropped against the ancient stone floor, a
man right cold in a city hot for the common good, a
city built by steamboats if not bourbon, it’s told.
Inspired by Ron’s photo: “Despair“