What’s a kid like that
doing out in the cold

North of nothing and
not too well-dressed

How did she get herself
into her mess

too bad how we all got our own distress
yet
attention is fleeting
and memory is short

Nobody knows
and no one is asking
the cars flying by
how fast they’re passing

busy with her own business
she’s not theirs
for the tasking

how much colder is the world
if everyone sees
yet nobody cares

we’ve all got plenty of troubles
none for the asking…

But what’s a kid like her
doing out in the cold

listlessly, aimlessly
sleep walking
where is her home
Is it here, is it there

and yet without hesitation
the foot hits the accelerator
and you turn up the heat

quickly forgetting
the girl on the street.