Helen of 110th and Amsterdam No ships came for her yet she stared at the crowds as if facing the sea, expecting no one and nothing to look at her as they hurried by, heads bobbing at the crosswalk; day after night she knelt on concrete, holding a cardboard placard with “Spare Change” painted on it -- beauty was in her green eyes, the way she held up her head like a queen; I stopped to give her what I had when I went home - a sandwich, a dollar, a cup of juice -- she nodded her thanks each time, never telling me her name.
I remembered her today, when I was watching the news and saw a piece on the occupy
movement.