Dusting of snow
Very early Sunday
Parka bundled well
Green mittens knitted by
My sweet daughter.
She lives in Listowel
But remembers well
This Victoria Park.
Two dog walkers pace by
Self righteous
Speaking only to the Mutt.
As if it had grade twelve school
And wrote letters to the editor.
Of The Record.
The device totally
Blocks me out
Like persona non grata.
Up against a bare maple
One young homeless woman
Mumbling because of chills
And shameful ostracism.
Large duffel her
Only accompaniment.
Wrinkled clothes, old magazines
Canteen and pack rat crap.
Swearing in vile fashion to no one
In particular.
I pull out my A harmonica.
Offer up a tune.
Might it settle down
Young Lady.
Nope guess again.
But Canada geese are swimming close
Turn Your Eyes Upon Jesus
I think they are fans.
That’s better Douglas.
Stretch your style.
Experiment willya?
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