© -MFB IIIShe sat on a discarded tin bucket
with two shivering toddlers at her feet,
sensitive to her new environment.
in an alley just east of hopelessness,
Trying desperately to keep warm
her emotions overwhelming her,
her trembling hand still clutching
the envelope that held her eviction notice.
Her soul as empty as her former home,
green to the world of the street people
she would soon develop a withering stare,
at all of the scornful looks thrown at her,
like coins in a fountain of wishes seldom granted.
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