He stood on the corner
by the 7-11 hands held out,
one gloved, fingertips cut
out, the silk white
against his ebony wrist,
the other palm bare and honest.
He asked, close to baritone,
“Spare some change?”
I gave him my stock answer,
wishing this once I truly
did own a quarter or two
to press into that hand
of grace, to earn his blessing
“beautiful” left in my wake.
Awww... really lovely, Linda. I have a quarter or two if you want them.
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