I’m glad I finally got it out there. It was hard. Some poetic embellishments are mine. The rest, hers.

Thanks for reading Michael. I often talk with homeless people. And they’re growing in numbers. Their stories? Pure heartbreak. Shocking to talk to a homeless Wall Streeter in an erstwhile stylish overcoat. It’s then that I find my pretty words about full moons and sunsets mocking me. My broken American Dream. Here in the subcontinent beggars ( hate that word ) are a part of us. But in the bastion of plenty??? It’s my colonial mentality that recoils seeing a White Man or woman, begging.

Thanks for listening, though I gave you no choice! You’re one of my favs on medium.

Be safe. 🙏🏽