it was so cold
I heard his footfalls on the pavement behind me.
Starting on one end of town, I rode
in my car and the wind blew.
Along his way, he picked up a huge white plastic garbage bag
and it was full. His coat was open. Too open for the cold day.
He might not be able to dress himself properly, I thought.
Since living here, I have seen him many times. Working at the local
print shop, he made a copy for me one day. He charged twenty-five
cents. He kept saying it over and over. Twenty-five, twenty-five.
I think I know him. He is not homeless. He is challenged. He is on
his own and he also has friends around town. It was very cold and he
was walking. I was in a car; I could have given him a ride. Previously, he
would not accept anything from my hand. He has been taught well to protect
himself. Walking on past me, his shoes clicking on the sidewalk.