* a version of this Poem was published @ Penn in 'Philomel'
(c) 2009 Peter Manda
Finance in the Inner City
He sleeps by 30th Street
There, by the SEPTa entrance;
A wool banket like
in high
school enshrouds him.
Last week.
He was sitting there at noon,
appetizing a discarded wrap;
chicken? with a smile.
Other times.
He lies there surrounded by what seem belongings
as if the concrete floor
were his bedroom
and.
We RESPECT his privacy.
Tonight.
he reached up
and quickly pled.
His eyes, blue, silver, grey
bulging out of a
deteriorated, falling body
desperately, silently
claiming a wish
and I passed him like my classmates
studying community development and public
Finance in the Inner City.
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