Street People of San Diego
The following is just a collection of observations I made one day on a trip to Henry’s Farmers Market off Rosecranz.
The Mother
Eye contact
A slight smile
I look down.
Don’t come near me
Pink bleached hair,
Bulging stomach,
Bulging legs and
Psychedelic rainbow colored polyester top.
Don’t come near me
Black high top sneakers,
Black diet Pepsi,
Black backpack and
Styrofoam cup.
Don’t come near me
Cardboard sign:
Pregnant
Stranded
Anything helps.
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The People of the Crossing
One man sits
on a wheel chair
and propels himself
backwards
with his legs.
One man picks up
a straw and chews
on it for a while.
One woman crosses
the street in an
oversized gray blue
hoodie,
her brunet ponytail
limply flapping
behind her,
her cigarette flicking
ash as she bobs
across the street
on emaciated legs.
These are the people of the crossing.
