poem

I don’t assume that homeless
people are unhappy
or miserable

It’s not for me
to decide how they feel

My cousin is homeless
I believe he’s given up on
the societal push to be
”successful“

I don’t think a patch
of woods
or a brook has ever
misguided him

I miss him
I hope to talk
with him
about woods
and streams
and about his
favorite place to sleep

-M. Taggart

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