The homeless guy I pass on my way to work
has a collection bowl between his legs,
looking up with teary eyes,
saying the good lord is watching over me
as the steam vent vapors rise in February
Something in those words mattered
as I bent down and gave him some change,
waiting at the bus stop in the snow,
I hear his voice, his lonesome plea:
please spare a dollar for a cup of coffee.
Mark Tulin lives in California. He has authored Magical Yogis, Awkward Grace, The Asthmatic Kid and Other Stories. He has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and featured in Vita Brevis, Amethyst Review, Ariel Chart, Active Muse, among others. Follow Mark at Crow On The Wire and Twitter, Crow_writer.
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