It wouldn’t do me any good 

To carry money around.

I’d only give it to the bums that stay

On 22nd and Grand by Trosper Park.

I see the winter landscape by the pond.

Over toward the water’s edge,

Ice is starting to form.

Some of the cattail grass is turning brown,

And some is not,

But nothing here is richer,

Nothing poorer.

-jenn