Thompson St. Struggle
The streets are crowded with people.
People walking, running, talking
and moving
large boxes and small boxes and
crates and
other personal items. People climbing
stairs
and using elevators when they can.
Its cool out and luckily there is
no rain
to make this a miserable day.
I find the place that I will be
staying.
I knock upon the door and enter
to see
two unfamiliar faces in a place
that I must
call home. I look around to see
that I
am now the proud owner of an old
desk and
rickety chair, and must sleep in
the top bunk.
What were their names?
That kept walking, and running through
my head
as I kept talking and moving my
life
into an unfriendly home in which
I now live.
Joseph O'Connor
1/24/94