“Big Issue” he cries
It’s special: the only magazine that makes you invisible
A few half-formed smiles reach towards his cajoling voice
But seeing nothing they turn back again
And are soon on to the bigger issues of sale shop windows
A few shards of guilt fall gleaming on the pavement
To be trodden on by the ones with no guilt left
Or who never had any
I think about buying his magazine
But that seems unfeeling – I would rather speak to him
But having nothing worth saying
I just hurry by
Like everyone else in this somewhere town
Confirm his invisibility
With my own.
kjapr 08
