~ Counting Quarters 


On the corner

She counted quarters

Dropped by compassion,

Passer-bys

Perhaps once in her place

Playing a worn out guitar

With talented fingers

And the voice of a song bird

Or perhaps, knowing hunger

Homelessness

Broken dreams, dark despair

Concert beds, cardboard frames

Quarters counted

She struck Denver’s cord

Wishing for a country road

In a over crowed city

To her surprise

Strangers sang along

Tears fell:

So many homeless hearts

Longing to be.

O’Prunty ©

3/19/15

Dedicated to Bethuni and all who have traveled the road of homelessness filled with loneliness.

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