At the corner of Grove and Van Ness a building overhang provides a few inches of shelter from the elements. The brief indentation of the wall allows a slight bit of comfort and privacy from the trampling feet of the sidewalk.
Each morning I pass this safety nook. I take notice of it's slight protection and it's usual two inhabitants that seem to never speak to the sidewalk tramplers, never bother the world turning, never have a place to be.
Yesterday morning two new guests had arrived. One in a blue jump suit, the other in black with a blue tie. Black Suit was instructing Blue Suit on what bars were to be placed over the safety nook.
This morning cold, metal, restrictive bars stood where once two humans had. "Where did they go?" I wonder to myself on my walk down the block. "Where will they go?" also runs through my mind. This is not a one-time incident.
Why must we fight against the poor when it is poverty itself that should be our enemy?
"It's not my problem." says Black Suit.
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