Tuesday, December 17, 2013
Roadside Beggars
was well-fed, even overweight,
which made me drive past quickly
without reading what their little
cardboard sign was heralding,
something-something-baby,
food-no-money-please-please-help.
Before I even thought to turn the
moment into learning opportunity
for teenaged grand beside me
she piped up and said, "They're lying.
They take drugs and leave the little
girl alone," and I was sort of stunned,
not that such a sad thing would occur,
but that she knew the details,
knew their names. That they knew hers.
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2013
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