- The Beggars in Chinatown
One of them approaches me now,
small and bent-over, shrivelled
by age and history.
She mumbles and stretches out
her wrinkled paw to ask for coins -
but I look away, apologetic.
I do not see her.
I tell myself that by now she must
be used to being invisible.
The poor do not usually exist –
they merely inhabit some mysterious zone
beyond the range of our