here and there, there
they walk the streets
push carts bags full
the unnoticed, hidden
ones, people turn their
eye, another one sildes
past the long dimly lit
alleys and bridgeways
sliding away, slipping
from view, unlisted
and left nameless
the hungry, the lost
who mourns those as
another day passes
all invisible.
maysa-maria kristina gadelha peterson
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