That Look
a young man
walking down the street...
stopped to talk.
out of work roofer
for a coupla years...
doing odd jobs
when he can...
trying to raise
three small children
on about $300 a month,
and food stamps...
he had that look,
you know, that look,
that gonna get shot
crawling in somebody's window...
trying to steal something
to keep them kids a going...
look...
you know that look!
poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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