From on High

He waived his cane in my direction
He has needs

You are my sunshine
My light
…he said
I love you

But I love you…
he grabbed my arm
he touched my hair
he said,
I have money

How about a dollar
She said, that wasn’t enough
A dollar…he repeated
She said no, and turned away
Maybe later…
She said no
Fifty cents?
No.

I’m a good person
Do you have some change?
Any change
Coins…
I just want to get a bowl of rice
I’ll take anything