141 – Celery


He must have asked thirty people
for fifty cents to help him
look toward the future
though he couldn’t see straight.
I watched him make his way
towards me, ignored or waved off
by everyone else.
Shuffle step. Lumber. Beard.
Bleary eyed. Retarded? Drunk?
Hard to tell until he was there
in front of me, asking.
I gave him what I had,
which wasn’t much
besides eye contact
and a bag of celery.
He took it, munching
as he made his rounds.
He drifted off eventually
a little more full of the essential
vitamins and minerals,
a little more prepared
to face the life he’s in.

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