The Monday After Starbucks Closed
There is a man
His skin is like chocolate
His eyes are clouded, foamy
Like the muddled milk of my latte
Whenever I go for coffee - I see him
Standing, calmly directing traffic
Believing, faithful to
His purpose to arise from his homeless slumber
On those days, I understand
Not always, but sometimes
I remember the why of it all
And I speak, I touch his arm, his shoulder
And I pay him for his service
Our eyes meet
We both know
It is never enough
His skin is like chocolate
His eyes are clouded, foamy
Like the muddled milk of my latte
Whenever I go for coffee - I see him
Standing, calmly directing traffic
Believing, faithful to
His purpose to arise from his homeless slumber
On those days, I understand
Not always, but sometimes
I remember the why of it all
And I speak, I touch his arm, his shoulder
And I pay him for his service
Our eyes meet
We both know
It is never enough
dg
12/20
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Beautiful. Bob S.
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