The Homeless Problem and Transient Peace Of Mind
By Reid Baer

I am forever anxiously
homeless – scared and angry. I do

not have a place of my own and
yet I am making progress in

a re-occurring dream. Tonight
I have been granted a gift – an

abandoned garage full of junk
but I can clean it up, change the

neon signage out front, put a
cot down, light some sweet mulberry

incense, take in the smell, and let
my senses call this home for now.

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