Silence of the Spring-time - A Poem of the Streets in Springtime.

Silence of the Spring-time

I fall silent often these days.
Not from depression, nor enough work
to lift my spirits above clouds,
but from contemplation and weather issues
that force me to spend time
drying gear out from April's Showers
to avoid dread May's Mildew doom.

Add in the few odd jobs
that leave me totally exhausted after
and the days when allergies call
with their nasty calling cards loudly,
and I ain't too damned social suddenly.
Nor does the good weather improve
my attitude at all as druggies
wander away from the shelter wildly.

This is the bad days now,
when the war so long confined
down around Hell's Block spreads out
as the worst now seek places
to do drugs, crimes, and such
amid the hiding holes of campers
who want nothing with their crap
but are forced to surrender now.

Worst, I did some eaves-dropping recently,
on a meeting about "Homeless Solutions",
and folks who bloody attended that
need to realize one important point.
Hiding things under some magic carpet
don't qualify in any damned way
as meeting the definition of "Solution".
I even checked dictionaries on that.

So, my travails and issues continue,
but at least I still write,
thought not things I will share
here for all to read often.
After all, I do plan to sell
some of these stories some day,
and you cannot say I don't
need the money that might bring.

Be well, walk safe, and enjoy.
Spring is here, and folks rejoice.
But not all find it good.
Some see it as the end
of quieter days and nights spent
without many of the dangers prowling
and now walk and act furtively
as we wander these lonely streets.

Walk softly, and be paranoid, folks.
7April2014 - Dyfedd Rex