Crows gather around him on the pavement,
waiting for crumbs. Only they see him,
in the maze of legs hustling past.
All his hope is for the next cup of coffee.
As he tries to connect with all the averted glances,
his hands and his heart slowly grow cold.
He starts each day with hope and desperation.
Each hour finds him more disheartened. But
he shares what he has with his friends, the crows.
For Kim's prompt at Verse First: Half and Half,
I chose a homeless young man.