Waiting

Waiting to be called I sat waiting,
as Hirsch called to me
from the deep,
dark, narrow place
living amongst the nonliving
for the past five years.
It isn’t fair – this lot.
Pop up tents,
Pop up chairs,
my last twenty bucks given
to the legless man living
from a wheelchair off the side of the freeway.
It isn’t fair.

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