Homelessness, an Afterthought

A Villanelle with Imagery

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We were in plain sight, you viewed us from afar

Part of the landscape, worthless ne’er do wells

We cried out for safety, silenced over time became our repertoire

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We are displayed in an invisible bell jar

Each day we listen for the bell to be rung, our personal death knell

We were in plain sight, you viewed us from afar

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Orson Welles directing a fatalistic film noir, highlighting a broken film star

Each day we think it’s our final farewell

We cried out for safety, silenced over time became our repertoire

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We each have a story, cracked and fragmented memoirs