I Can

hear the hooting

of a train

through my open window

its sound calling to me.

Not so long ago I met a man

sickly – quietly praying in his seat.

I had to make sure

all was right and offered

a sandwich that cost me $4.

a lot for my budget

and he chomped happily showing

broken teeth and a stomach

belching with gratitude.

My own unhappy with my lunch

given a total stranger.

It was neat listening

to a person living day to day

and I a new friend – a hungry one

at that since my finances

incomplete to buy another feast.