yesterday

yesterday at the corner

of woodlawn and south

a homeless man was begging

hunched and disabled

he gazed into my eyes

i did not look away

i felt his pain

it stayed with me

throughout the day

the place we have become

i drove away

much more aware

of what we gave away

i parked at foxcroft

looked at the tahoe

in the space

next to me

a handsome labrador

sat in the back seat

regal and proud

the window down

i got out

and spoke to him

his kind big eyes

looked into mine

touched my soul

in a parking lot

the in between

of come and go

where we feel fear

to rush inside

and miss the hope

in eyes

blue or brown

later that day

i crossed providence

onto sardis

took a right

into the nursing home

my sister

waited on the porch

in her wheelchair

with a mask

behind the plexiglass

i looked into her eyes

more than once

i did not look away

she pleaded

for me not to go

to stay

but our time was up

the emptiness of loneliness

where humans wait

for scheduled times

in lines

on a shelf

but in the eyes

if you look

beyond the norm of be

you find yourself

joy and pain

and then

it is so very hard

to ever look away

so understand

what miracles are

and where they’re found

deep inside living souls

through the eyes

blue or brown

and the stories

they give away

that become

a part

of the hope

the despair

the collective we

empty eyes

brimming with tears

that tell so much

miracles lie

in being aware

— patty

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If life steers you into a dead end road, and you are trying to find your way, skip the GPS, take the road with no traffic. Founder studiO, early morning poet.

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Patty Brown

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If life steers you into a dead end road, and you are trying to find your way, skip the GPS, take the road with no traffic. Founder studiO, early morning poet.

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