At dVerse Lisa is hosting Poetics with an invitation to consider four paths. I chose Fringe though edge works just as well.
“People who are homeless are not social inadequates. They are people without homes.” Sheila McKechnie
Fringe Angel Suddenly, on life's vacant fringe, one cool autumn morn, she appeared before me, apart from the crowd, with her tottering gait and pungent threads with a sacredness of holes and Job's necrous ash, her trolley full of rainbow's hope, she took in the vendor's stern eye and moved along, "not my problem" he muttered to no one but the sky, leaving me wondering, why is she not my problem? Later, I saw her in the park, tongues of fire all around her, and a dove on her hand. ©Paul Vincent Cannon