Boy

Standing against the brick wall

All that is missing is the blind fold

Hands tied and the last cigarette

One last wish

That just once everything might fit

Shoes and coats and all the ragged puzzle pieces

That they might drag their way

Across chipped Formica

Find a partner and dance

And dance until they all fall down

Into a beautiful picture of laughing and

Dizzy smiles

But nothing fits

Not the untied shoes on his feet

Or the handed down pants

As they slide down off bony hips

The cliff of hope

Nothing fits

Not his hands in his pockets

Pretending they were thrust there in defiance

Not from weakness in the cold

Nothing Fits

Not even his name in this country

He stares at the cracks in the sidewalk

Like they were a map he could follow

Away from the cold and dark unfamiliar

Home.