Little Star

Abandoned shopping cart

in a creek,

twinkle twinkle.

Rainy season; plastic tarps

rumble in the wind, blankets

become roofs.

Our homegrown homeless get

headlines when cops clear

the campground.

The war they're running from

is quieter than Syria,

the battlefield of what if…

Away in a manger,

a motel for the night,

any question where He'd be born

again this Christmas?