130/366: Homeless Signs

Every day.
While on my way to work.
I pass the same.
Homeless men and women.


Today.
They were eerily all missing.
From their usually spots.
Except one.


As luck would have it.
She was sitting at the end.
Of an exit ramp.


Just as I started.
To take my shot.
She got up.
To accept the kindness.
Of a stranger.


It made for a much.
More telling photo.
Than what I had planned.