Kerri Shying R # 535 - back to the nothing of the street ( Lynn's poem)

met you  homeless   the long few years

of house ahead  with birds  with flower

plants in pots and small routine  all grown

like you   and bearing fruits     ha  invaded

by this bear   of markets   and it’s

back to the  nothing  of the street

you think   yet in your pack  the  soul

the flower  all this time   unpacked inside

the rooms inside your head   to make the

fine house of you   not again  the dark

alone  we are all here  with you too