Cargotecture – one of many options now coming on-stream across the world, as reported in 2013 Homeless Housing
One Thing
Wearily he closed the door
and slumped on the floor,
the day had wandered,
and, like a bloodhound,
he knew every pavement
as he walked the daylight away,
just waiting for the night-shelter.
No alcohol allowed,
but that didn’t matter,
nothing could pacify the haunting
that devoured his mind and seared his heart,
diminishing every fibre of him.
The tears no longer came,
he was empty now,
but he had one thing, a calling,
to know the pavements who walked with him.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul,
pvcann.com
parallax 
Poignantly touching.
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Thank you Sandy, appreciated.
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Where is this? Strange isn’t it, almost like animal cages.
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California, apparently, but they’re many places across the world now, yes tiny but helpful
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Paul could you please tell Vincent I like very much his poems? Thanks 😉
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🙂
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Powerfully profound, only those who have known these tormented souls so well could see this deep, thanks you PVC … ouch just saw what your initials spelt!
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Many thanks, very kind Kate. Lol, yes Plastic, which was my nickname at school, very cool.
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😦
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An excellent poem, miving and sensitively written.
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Thank you so much Chris
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Powerful
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Many thanks Lyn
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