One of our homeless

She wanders through the streets
The midnight shift until dawn
Barefoot and breathing fire, she
Stomps the wilderness of her fury

Down down beneath the ground.
She laughs out loud and her
Ancestors echo back her
Childhood escapades from the
Storefront windows. She glimpses
The shadow of her moving self
And shouts at her to take care
There are monsters out there.

The morning light finally comes

And she slips away quietly from

Our streets. We know not where.