We see them
everywhere.
Sidewalks. Parks.
Underpasses.
We pass them on the street without so much as a glance, as though they are as inanimate as the bench they are laying on.
We pull up to the intersection, seeing them from far off, hoping that they don’t approach our car, making sure not to make eye
contact. But for
a full minute,
the hand-
written sign
remains in our
scope of
vision, calling
to a deeper
place in our
spirit than we
are comfortable
with, especially
in our hurried
state. The
light is
about to
change.
What do you do?
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