Bus shelter                park bench
              city streets

   Clothing strewn across pavement
like a secret
                                or sins

             in this weather
   March not yet forgotten
                  the lion does not rest

       neither do society’s sacrificial lambs
       the unhoused or the addicted

An existence
harder than concrete
we walk on                      We walk by

   seeing only what is left behind
   more comments than questions

           Blood on the sidewalk

   like the clothing          we do not know
         whom it belongs to

              Another secret
                                       another question
                     No comments

         Some sinners don’t get saved

         Some sins are unaccounted for

04/19/2022 j.g.l.

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