The homeless

February 4, 2021

The pandemic is coming

Crowds dispersed

But you are still there

Only tall and cold buildings left

and you

——More abrupt

Your steps sway

Gaze wandering

Like walking in a dream

If the crowd can still be called your last home

But now

The last straw of the bird's nest is gone

You lost your last home

Not even you could be called the homeless