Hi

Saw this man

laying on the bench

not the first time

either

this week. He stared and

stared each time

penetrating

and I ignored him who

smelled and needed

a meal. But I was

too busy in

my flight to work.

One day he grabbed

my arm

and before I

could yell for a cop

he cried out,

”Hi son. Don’t you

remember me?”

Then I searched his

soul for meaning

and a vision

of a dad who left ten

years ago.

“Yes,” I gasped.

And I cried.