A Few Steps
I see a grimy man
pacing on the corner
"Will work for food,"
scrawled on a cardboard box
The steps between us
are insulated with radio sounds
yet I wonder how many steps
go from here to there
Taking twenty paces each way
glancing at cars during red lights
for those three minutes looking somewhere
I dread his path and his worn out shoes.
Gregory Zeorlin 7/17/2002 11am
