A Beggar Outside Cape Town Station

Not lichen, not yet here when this began,
Not cold, not river water, but a man;

Not sand, not weeds belonging to the place,
Not posters, not cement, but a dark face;

Not with me as my friend once was, a leaf
Thin with my pity, veined through with my grief;

But like him now, gone out beyond the grace
Of grit and noise and sunlight in this place.

New Coin, vol. 31, #1 (June 1995), p. 18.

Photographer: Harris Steinman
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