Someone will "Pronounce" Her

Someone will "pronounce" her.

Maybe a young intern

thrilled to study at Bellevue

Who has no idea of what city life is about.

One colder night,

when the gray dirty quilted jacked

is just not enough to cover the bones under the

turtleneck hiding the small body,

muffling in small voice,

"I'm legally blind."

A sound no louder that the

chirp of a sparrow

which we find so pleasing

that we offer a bird crumbs of bread to sing again.

"Change? Can you spare some change?"

Looking around the car:

Leather jackets and bags,

designer scarves ... who's blind?

I wonder ... who needs change?

Riders focus on the day's news,

talk to one another

or check the ringing sound

on their cell phone

to be blinder than she.

Share your bounty if you are blessed!

Yes, someone will "pronounce' her one day.

And in Potter's Field she will exchange her

unknown face ... for an unknown name.

©Inkfeather 11-2001 NYNY

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