City Living
Is a freeway underpass
Inhabitants in forest green tarps
or in Dodger blue
build makeshift tents the City of LA
welcomes you
And their worldly possessions
may be their last
On the gray slab of the concrete
Anyone can lay down for free
The cement is cool in the day
and cold at night on the body,
who will fight, flight, or sadly freeze?
My wooden gray apartment floor
envelops a breeze that inflames my
knees arthritis, stiffening joints and I
can turn on a heater and blanket at a moment
Instead of competing for the nearest space
and huddle with another human for warmth.
This is America home of the free and brave.
So many unhoused rather than say homeless
Since the wording is more cliche they say.
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