Feet From Homeless   Sirens in the distance flashing red and blue and white. I am home 14 floors above the street only feet from the homeless covered with newspapers and rags, only shoes seen beneath the bundle. Exactly one pay check away from the same life. Two weeks work, mine at a desk, his at walking the streets, placing one foot in front of the other, pressing onward. As evening pushes into our lives, he is only feet away. We share the same sights, smells and sounds. And I can't stop myself from pondering, how many feet, make a paycheck.   -T. Gene Davis