Fragment atop Fragments

Bus stops for some
rest stops for the weary
hitching posts for grocery carts
always at the ready
this urban luxury for many

Benches support the waiting
while sun and wind present
airborne reflections
kaleidoscopic yesterdays broken
yet always connected

Golden candy wrappers
dance dervish imaginings
alongside shards of clear plastic
stained-glass windows on castles of air

How lonely it must feel
these broken fragments once whole
wondering aimlessly from street to street
begging but to be

But like innocence before the reaper
the scythe of Time
remains sharp
forever moving
even as roots bereft of youth
endlessly seek refuge and deliverance

Lest we forget
homelessness takes many forms
forever about us
patience-in-waiting
arresting complacency
for eyes that see