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Streets

Streets

headed home

stopped at a 4-lane

looking at lights

and a young man

appears

crossed the street

and stood at my window

his eyes soft and sad

mumbled something

his breath a bottle

“Mama, who was that man?”

and as we watched him

disappear into the night

I looked at her

in my rearview mirror

and just said,

“someone who needs

a prayer”

TL

Published inTamiko Lowery