The woman in the yellow sundress
walked down the street in her bare feet.
It was pouring rain
She carried her Lowe’s shopping bag
The middle of the street her path.
Sadly, no one stopped and offered a ride
not that I am any better
I locked my car door
Fear of a deranged maniac rushing over
I mean what else could she be?
A mother
A daughter
A sister
Someone looking for kindness
Or more simply a person
How cold our reality is
Distress is ignored
Money revered
Safety prized but never offered
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