Over the Edge

She shuffles past,
upends a weathered
blue egg crate,
corner of Congress and Tenth,
her grey coat wrapped tight,
despite the mercury measure,
Monday through Friday.
Eight until noon.

Traffic weaves past,
the occasional quarter gets tossed.
Water rushing around
this immovable rock
holding, carefully lettered
'will work for food'.

Once she was a child
snug in a milk-soured lap.
Once she was a girl,
exchanging kisses in a Chevy ,
dreaming of a white house for two.

Pris Campbell
Copyright 8/4/2001

Artwork:  Thinking by Bj de Castro

Music: Bohemian Rhapsody

(Bj is a self-taught artist of twenty-three years duration, painting mostly realism, using  the mediums of pencil, charcoal, pastels, watercolors, and oils. The above is one of her very few abstracts.)

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