​In the end there was
​no space for correction.
​No space for
​the wayside grass.
​Just survival.
And ​when the burning
coals ceased their glow.
The breath returned.
A life on the streets,
not one tapped out online.
Fanned with the heart
and with a poets soul.
This is how to gain
a life of sight…..
and live to tell the tale.
​