micah made the bus stop
though we didn't know her name
she huddled in its shelter
when the cold of winter came
she knew there were no seconds
but she didn't really care
since the long gone boys of summer
sang of life that isn't fair
when patrol cars thought to pass her
she began a pilgrimage
to the under witnessed buildings
or the box beneath the bridge
we never saw her coming
and we didn't see her go
because we were too busy
in suburbia to know
they say when wall street's crashing
you should buy your weight in gold
but micah didn't know it
and her feet and hands were cold
so she built a fire of clothing
and she lit it in a can
and we didn't have to face her
hardships littering our land
the bells they have been ringing
to remind us of the lost
as we toss a little money
and lament the total cost
while the morning heater's warming
perhaps we will recall
that there is a girl called micah
who has no heat at all.