But Thanks for the Flower

I see this houselessness, I would never presume a home, As an adventure, one of life's many

Grubbing my way through each day, nights are easier

I convince myself this is a temporary setback, a bump in the road.

Once I dump the ankle weights my agility will return.

But there are always new weights being clamped on.

I exchange one for another,

Hoping for a difference

But finding none.