As a little boy

I remember walking under these arches a little boy.

It used to be called cardboard city. Underneath the arches figures moved around in the darkness, huddled together to keep warm, a home for the homeless.

It's all squeaky clean now, built, modern. I sense a new generation of rough sleepers don't live that far away. Out of site, out of mind?

My memory still chills me to the bone.