On the Streets

Somewhere,
Brenda pours
baby
oil
down a storm
drain to keep
cockroaches
away.

Somewhere,
Terrion straightens
his cardboard
walls,
pulls up
his newspaper
blanket
for the night.

Somewhere,
bus-riding
sightseers snap
selfies
with sidewalk
camp
tenants.

Somewhere,
a man dies,
a woman dies
on
the streets,
but no one
sees.

For Them, It's Not a Vacation

[Life is challenging these days, so this challenge is extra challenging. I'm not thrilled with my poems this time, but that is why I keep practicing.] 

Here is the prompt for Day Ten (copied from Writer's Digest):

For today’s prompt, write a lone poem. Perhaps the poem is about a solitary wanderer or person who just prefers to go it alone. Or a lone winner, lone wolf, or some other solo individual. Or alternatively, I’ll accept poems that are about loans or that are about being alone.

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