POEM: What Superpower

Here is a poem about the invisibility of people who are unhoused and living on the streets.

What Superpower

Early on
His invisibility
Would come and go
Until anon
Involuntarily taken
For a ride
For granted
That feudal wish
Of only aspiring to be
A fly on the wall
Yet no such promotion in store
He had
No plays
No home
And out side
Absent in a crowd
Fruitlessly flagging
Passers buy
In some sort of alms race
And if as much
As pass the hat
Never a head
As good as gone
As if
A disembodied voice
Yet no celebrity for this ghost
He knew
With all that he was
That everything
Is passible

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