Laurence Sisson, How Still She Lies, 1949
Alarie Tennille
Those from better parts of town
avoid these streets at night,
believe Comfort and Joy
to be strangers here. Even Santa
makes just one stop: at the mission.
Residents know all about hustling,
but no businesses bustle
or light the sky with neon news
of Christmas sales. Yet
the corner lot sprouts a spare
display of pine trees.
Hope arrives every year—
right on time.